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K Shami paced barefoot across the cold tiled floor of Clavicular’s apartment a dimly lit loft that doubled as a looksmaxxing war room. Posters of Chad phenotypes, skull charts, and surgical diagrams lined the walls like blueprints of divine war. A neon sign blinked softly in the corner: “It’s So Over.”
Clavicular, the 6’1 MTN with short face but elite clavicle length, sat shirtless on a beanbag, browsing the Looksmax.org forums. His canthal tilt glinted under the screen's cold light, and he absentmindedly rubbed minoxidil into his jawline. “You seen this thread? Some chud hardmaxxed and still ended up subhuman. JFL.”
K Shami stopped in his tracks, decent skull but was still called a horseface, deep-set softmaxxed green eyes with a hint of hunter influence. A certified high-tier normie. “DNRD. That’s why we need the Ascending Books. Not another surgery, not another cope cycle. We're done softmaxxing. We take what's rightfully ours.”
Clavicular looked up. “You mean Gandy Heaven? Bro, that’s PSL elite turf. We’ll get mogged into another dimension.”
K Shami clenched his jaw, his zygos flexing. “We’re done getting mogged. I'm tired of being male gaze edits while Gandy and Hernan get fan edits and women write literal literature about their jawlines. I’m not a side character, bro.”
Clavicular chuckled, sipping his decaf from a “Hopefuel Addict” mug. “You are until you stop coping. But listen—I got the security schematics from a fanpage. Gandy Heaven's weak point is the servant entrance. High tier normie butlers rotate shifts every 4 hours.”
K Shami raised a brow. “But how do we blend in with high tier normie butlers? They got broad shoulders, low bodyfat, and wear Tom Ford. We still shop off Zara sales and drink tap water.”
“Not anymore.” Clavicular stood up and walked to a whiteboard, slapping a paper on it. “We’re going full infiltration looksmaxx. Blend mode.”
Phase One: Softmaxx Camouflage
Clavicular shrugged. “We die in a place more aesthetic than where we were born. Better than dying as incels in a subhuman apartment.”
There was a long pause. Only the hum of the air purifier could be heard.
Then K Shami cracked his knuckles. “One question. What do we do once we get the Ascending Books?”
Clavicular's eyes gleamed.
“We rewrite the algorithm. We drop the mog ceiling. We redistribute SMV like it’s wealth.”
K Shami grinned, eyes gleaming with pure cope-turned-hopefuel.
“Time to dethrone the gods.”
to be continued
Clavicular, the 6’1 MTN with short face but elite clavicle length, sat shirtless on a beanbag, browsing the Looksmax.org forums. His canthal tilt glinted under the screen's cold light, and he absentmindedly rubbed minoxidil into his jawline. “You seen this thread? Some chud hardmaxxed and still ended up subhuman. JFL.”
K Shami stopped in his tracks, decent skull but was still called a horseface, deep-set softmaxxed green eyes with a hint of hunter influence. A certified high-tier normie. “DNRD. That’s why we need the Ascending Books. Not another surgery, not another cope cycle. We're done softmaxxing. We take what's rightfully ours.”
Clavicular looked up. “You mean Gandy Heaven? Bro, that’s PSL elite turf. We’ll get mogged into another dimension.”
K Shami clenched his jaw, his zygos flexing. “We’re done getting mogged. I'm tired of being male gaze edits while Gandy and Hernan get fan edits and women write literal literature about their jawlines. I’m not a side character, bro.”
Clavicular chuckled, sipping his decaf from a “Hopefuel Addict” mug. “You are until you stop coping. But listen—I got the security schematics from a fanpage. Gandy Heaven's weak point is the servant entrance. High tier normie butlers rotate shifts every 4 hours.”
K Shami raised a brow. “But how do we blend in with high tier normie butlers? They got broad shoulders, low bodyfat, and wear Tom Ford. We still shop off Zara sales and drink tap water.”
“Not anymore.” Clavicular stood up and walked to a whiteboard, slapping a paper on it. “We’re going full infiltration looksmaxx. Blend mode.”
Phase One: Softmaxx Camouflage
- Volufiline chest contour
- Korean glass skin facial routine
- New haircuts with temple fade (inspired by Sean O’Pry circa 2015)
- Thumbpulling + tape at night
- Sleep in incline position to drain eye bags
- Only drink from glass bottles. Microplastics are a death sentence.
- Pump before infiltration (15 min pushups + jaw chews)
- White dress shirts to show collarbone definition
- Act cold, reserved. No emotions. Like you’ve mogged men since birth.
- Use phrases like “JFL at these chuds” and “cope harder.” to the guards
Clavicular shrugged. “We die in a place more aesthetic than where we were born. Better than dying as incels in a subhuman apartment.”
There was a long pause. Only the hum of the air purifier could be heard.
Then K Shami cracked his knuckles. “One question. What do we do once we get the Ascending Books?”
Clavicular's eyes gleamed.
“We rewrite the algorithm. We drop the mog ceiling. We redistribute SMV like it’s wealth.”
K Shami grinned, eyes gleaming with pure cope-turned-hopefuel.
“Time to dethrone the gods.”
to be continued
