LTN and Chad fighting for LTB

[werkn]

They shake hands and for a split second he feels what it’s like to exist on easy mode, standing across from a man with a flawless face card, sharp jaw, hunter eyes, effortless frame, the kind of genetics that settle the hierarchy before a word is spoken; no mirror checks, no angle games, no quiet panic about skin texture or nasolabial folds, just quiet certainty built into bone. In that contact he imagines a different DNA roll, a life where attention and respect arrive automatically instead of being earned in fractions, where he doesn’t have to compensate for a blueprint he never chose. Then the hands separate and he’s back inside the same mid skull, the same average stats, the same awareness that effort can’t rewrite structure. Brutal