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In the shadowed halls of the blackpill den,
Where doomers gathered, those PSL 2 men,
Rotters would wallow, their copes to confess,
Each thread a dirge of subhuman distress.
One day a voice rose, defiant and bold,
“Rotters just LDAR, their futures they’ve sold.
No jawline ascends in a cloud of despair;
Get off the forums and show you care!”
The rotters replied with a venomous sting,
“No mastic gum can make us kings!
With orbital rims so sunken and weak,
No hardmax effort can grant what we seek.”
They bemoaned their angles, their recessed maxillas,
Their hollow cheeks and thinning capillas.
“No dermaroll saves a face this cursed,
Genetics ensure we’ll forever be worst.”
A civil war brewed between two factions,
The doomer rotters and those taking action.
The hardmax crew stood firm in their fight,
“Gym, mew, and skincare—it’s your birthright!”
But the rotters, enraged, could take no more,
They packed their copes and left for the door.
“To darker forums where doomers can dwell,
We’ll leave these normies to their glow-up hell!”
And when the dust settled, the forum was free,
No more despair, just advice with glee.
Threads on jawlines, hairlines, and frames,
Transforming the site into self-improvement fame.
So now in those halls, the vibe has shifted,
Where spirits are high, and goals are lifted.
Looksmax ascended, its purpose restored,
A haven for those who strive, not deplore.
Where doomers gathered, those PSL 2 men,
Rotters would wallow, their copes to confess,
Each thread a dirge of subhuman distress.
One day a voice rose, defiant and bold,
“Rotters just LDAR, their futures they’ve sold.
No jawline ascends in a cloud of despair;
Get off the forums and show you care!”
The rotters replied with a venomous sting,
“No mastic gum can make us kings!
With orbital rims so sunken and weak,
No hardmax effort can grant what we seek.”
They bemoaned their angles, their recessed maxillas,
Their hollow cheeks and thinning capillas.
“No dermaroll saves a face this cursed,
Genetics ensure we’ll forever be worst.”
A civil war brewed between two factions,
The doomer rotters and those taking action.
The hardmax crew stood firm in their fight,
“Gym, mew, and skincare—it’s your birthright!”
But the rotters, enraged, could take no more,
They packed their copes and left for the door.
“To darker forums where doomers can dwell,
We’ll leave these normies to their glow-up hell!”
And when the dust settled, the forum was free,
No more despair, just advice with glee.
Threads on jawlines, hairlines, and frames,
Transforming the site into self-improvement fame.
So now in those halls, the vibe has shifted,
Where spirits are high, and goals are lifted.
Looksmax ascended, its purpose restored,
A haven for those who strive, not deplore.
