Pedro.Bateman
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In the heart of Mumbai, where rickshaws honk like angry birds and the sea breeze flirts with humidity, there lived a man named Vikram, known in the darker corners of Reddit as "CurryDoom999". He wasn’t always like this. Once, he was just a regular guy with dreams, a data analyst with decent hair and a love for vada pav. But life, as he believed, had other plans.
You see, Vikram had swallowed the blackpill. Deep into the incelsphere, he scrolled through doomer memes and graphs proving that looksmaxxing was futile. His Telegram groups echoed the same mantra: "If you're not a 6'2 Norwood 1 jawline Chad, you're invisible."
Meanwhile, just a few train stops away in Bandra, lived Rohit, a.k.a. BandraChad. Rohit had it all — gym-framed muscles, a jaw so sharp it could slice a chakli, and that slick, messy hair that looked like a Bollywood hero's final form. Girls followed him on Instagram just to watch him do push-ups in slow motion.
He was often spotted at Carter Road promenade with Stacy Mehra, a model-influencer who’d recently gone viral for saying, “I only date guys who lift... and invest in crypto.”
Vikram watched from afar, sipping chai from a kulhad on his tiny balcony in Dadar. "These women only want Chads," he muttered, swiping through another rejection on Shaadi.com. His WhatsApp DP had become a grayscale anime character. His mom was worried.
But one monsoon evening, destiny intervened.
At a low-key open mic night in Andheri, Vikram got up to rant — not with jokes, but a full blackpilled TED Talk disguised as spoken word:
The crowd was confused, but someone clapped.
It was Maya, a soft-spoken coder who found nihilism oddly charming. She walked up after the show. “That was... dark. But honest. You okay?”
Vikram blinked. A real-life female was talking to him. Not a bot. Not an auntie trying to arrange his marriage. A human. Named Maya.
Rohit, meanwhile, posted another shirtless mirror selfie captioned: “Rain or gain, I train.”
But for the first time in ages, Vikram logged out of his incel subreddit. He deleted the "heightpill" spreadsheet. He even smiled.
Because maybe — just maybe — the algorithm wasn’t the only thing broken. Maybe he was more than just a number in someone else’s dating matrix.
And so, the tale ends not with a glow-up or revenge arc, but a simple DM that read:
You see, Vikram had swallowed the blackpill. Deep into the incelsphere, he scrolled through doomer memes and graphs proving that looksmaxxing was futile. His Telegram groups echoed the same mantra: "If you're not a 6'2 Norwood 1 jawline Chad, you're invisible."
Meanwhile, just a few train stops away in Bandra, lived Rohit, a.k.a. BandraChad. Rohit had it all — gym-framed muscles, a jaw so sharp it could slice a chakli, and that slick, messy hair that looked like a Bollywood hero's final form. Girls followed him on Instagram just to watch him do push-ups in slow motion.
He was often spotted at Carter Road promenade with Stacy Mehra, a model-influencer who’d recently gone viral for saying, “I only date guys who lift... and invest in crypto.”
Vikram watched from afar, sipping chai from a kulhad on his tiny balcony in Dadar. "These women only want Chads," he muttered, swiping through another rejection on Shaadi.com. His WhatsApp DP had become a grayscale anime character. His mom was worried.
But one monsoon evening, destiny intervened.
At a low-key open mic night in Andheri, Vikram got up to rant — not with jokes, but a full blackpilled TED Talk disguised as spoken word:
The crowd was confused, but someone clapped.
It was Maya, a soft-spoken coder who found nihilism oddly charming. She walked up after the show. “That was... dark. But honest. You okay?”
Vikram blinked. A real-life female was talking to him. Not a bot. Not an auntie trying to arrange his marriage. A human. Named Maya.
Rohit, meanwhile, posted another shirtless mirror selfie captioned: “Rain or gain, I train.”
But for the first time in ages, Vikram logged out of his incel subreddit. He deleted the "heightpill" spreadsheet. He even smiled.
Because maybe — just maybe — the algorithm wasn’t the only thing broken. Maybe he was more than just a number in someone else’s dating matrix.
And so, the tale ends not with a glow-up or revenge arc, but a simple DM that read:
