What Inspired the Start of Your Ascension?

[nosauce]

What inspired you? Did you fulfill your goals?

I will DM a $10 Visa Gift Card for whoever creates the best story, by Thursday, 2/15/2024. (The story can be fake, just make it funny)

I feel like everyone can benefit from a little motivation.

 

[AlxIsMatos]

Women

 

[IAMNOTANINCEL]

what inspired you to create shit threads?

 

[nosauce]

what inspired you to create shit threads?

wdym? Everyone can benefit from a little motivation, no?

 

[KpopmaxxingGuy]

For me it's about the idea of control. The ones with the most control over their circumstances (dating, social, career, etc.) are the ones who are the most attractive. Is it these people who assert their will and it is these people who can push others around. In a dog eat dog world like this one, I'd much rather be the one doing the pushing. If that means I throw a couple thousand dollars on surgery, so be it.

 

[Ahura]

Title: The Chronicles of Chadwick: The Quest for Ascension

Ahoy there, fellow earthlings! I am Chadwick, the epitome of misunderstood masculinity and the patron saint of the friend-zoned! As I sit here in my dimly lit basement, surrounded by empty bags of Cheetos and discarded energy drink cans, I contemplate the mysteries of the universe. Namely, why do women not flock to me like moths to a flame?

You see, I am what society labels an "incel" – a charming term, I must say, that stands for "involuntarily celibate." Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am the tragic hero of this modern-day Shakespearean drama, destined to roam the wastelands of the dating world in search of one elusive prize: the elusive "ascension."

Now, what is ascension, you may ask? It's not some mystical journey to the mountaintops of enlightenment; no, it's far simpler. Ascension, my dear friends, is the act of transforming from a lowly incel into a glorious Chad – the pinnacle of male attractiveness. And so, armed with my trusty keyboard and fueled by a potent mix of self-pity and Mountain Dew, I embark on my quest for facial perfection.

Step one: The Mirror Confrontation. Every morning, I stand before my reflection, gazing upon the unfortunate visage that fate has bestowed upon me. With a heavy sigh, I analyze each flaw – the slightly asymmetrical nostrils, the patchy beard that resembles a failed science experiment, and let's not forget the acne constellation that adorns my face like a cruel joke from the cosmos.

Step two: The Internet Odyssey. Ah, the world wide web – a treasure trove of wisdom and misinformation. With a few swift keystrokes, I delve into the depths of incel forums and pickup artist blogs, seeking the elusive secrets of facial enhancement. From dubious advice like "rubbing onion juice on your forehead for a chiseled jawline" to the more extreme "performing ancient rituals under a full moon to summon the spirit of Brad Pitt," I leave no stone unturned in my quest for aesthetic enlightenment.

Step three: The Makeover Meltdown. Armed with newfound knowledge and a budget haircut coupon, I march into the local barbershop with the confidence of a man on the brink of greatness. Alas, the reality falls short of my lofty expectations. As the barber hacks away at my precious locks with the finesse of a blindfolded lumberjack, I watch in horror as my hairline recedes faster than my chances of ever finding true love.

Step four: The Tinder Tragedy. With a freshly trimmed mane and a dab of cologne that could rival a chemical spill, I brave the treacherous waters of online dating. Swipe left, swipe right – a never-ending cycle of rejection and disappointment. It seems that even the digital realm is immune to my charms, as matches vanish faster than my dwindling self-esteem.

And so, dear reader, my quest for ascension continues unabated. Though the road may be fraught with setbacks and humiliation, I shall not falter in my pursuit of perfection. For one day, mark my words, I shall emerge from the shadows of inceldom and bask in the radiant glow of Chadhood. Until then, I bid you adieu, and may the gods of attractiveness smile upon us all – especially me.

 

[Ahura]

Part 2: The Gymcel Cope

With a heavy heart and a resolve as firm as my belly, I embarked on the next phase of my journey towards self-improvement: the gym. Clad in the finest assortment of workout attire I could muster from the clearance rack of the local discount store, I stepped into the hallowed halls of physical transformation.

Step five: The Gym Initiation. As I entered the gym, a wave of anxiety washed over me like a tsunami of insecurity. The muscled gods and goddesses of fitness roamed the premises, their toned bodies glistening with sweat and determination. I, on the other hand, resembled a lost sheep among wolves, unsure of where to begin or how to operate the intimidating machinery that lined the room.

Summoning what little courage I had left, I approached the nearest treadmill and tentatively pressed the "start" button. To my dismay, the machine sprang to life with a jolt, propelling me into a frantic jog that bordered on comical. With each awkward step, I prayed silently that no one would witness my pitiful attempt at athleticism.

Step six: The Weightlifting Fiasco. Emboldened by my fleeting success on the treadmill, I ventured into the weightlifting area – a realm ruled by iron and testosterone. With trembling hands, I grasped the nearest dumbbell and attempted to mimic the Herculean feats of the gym regulars. Alas, my efforts were in vain as the weight proved too much for my feeble arms to bear, sending the dumbbell crashing to the ground with a resounding clang.

Amidst the sea of judging stares and stifled laughter, I made a hasty retreat to the safety of the water fountain, nursing my wounded pride with gulps of lukewarm hydration.

Step seven: The Protein Perplexity. Undeterred by my previous failures, I resolved to tackle the final frontier of gym culture: protein supplementation. Armed with a tub of whey powder and the misguided belief that muscles could be bought in bulk, I concocted a dubious concoction that resembled the sludge at the bottom of a stagnant pond.

With a grimace that rivaled the expressions of ancient warriors in battle, I choked down the foul mixture, convinced that I was one step closer to achieving my goal.

But alas, as I stumbled through the gym, my efforts to improve myself did not go unnoticed. In my quest for physical improvement, I found myself inadvertently fixating on a young woman's workout routine. Lets call her muscle mommy. Lost in my own thoughts, I failed to realize the discomfort my gaze was causing her. In a moment of realization, the high-tier Becky shot me a disgusted look, labeling me as just another creepy guy at the gym.

And so, dear reader, my journey through the labyrinth of self-improvement takes an unexpected turn. Though I may strive for betterment, I must tread carefully, mindful of the boundaries I may unwittingly cross. Until then, I bid you adieu, and may my journey serve as a cautionary tale for those who dare to wander the path of self-improvement.

 

[ghaztt]

buddy really wants the $10

 

[sayi]

One curry ascended hard and he inspired me.

 

[zharupodrugu]

Me 25, normie, not ugly, not gl.
My dating history:
Was rejected by the same girl 3 times. 7 likes in 24 hours on Tinder, ghosted after 1 message, 100% rejection rate on cold approaches, and indivisible in clubs.
Escorts gave me limp dick each time so my only option was only normal girls.
Had very minor success but it was a miracle (fakecel)
My coping history:
Clueless as to why I'm bitcheless, asking myself why my game is so bad, and watching dating coaches for years. Was coping with fashion and watching useless curries like TMF to improve my style. Was thinking how to get a better car to get a bitches to like me.
Never couldn't gain weight, constantly botched by retarded barbers.
My blackpill history:
Stumble upon hamza and 1stman. Curry gave me the idea of discipline, while 1stman blackpilled me.
Apparently, some deficiencies were cucking me the whole time. Mostly gained weight, grew out my hair, improved face and pics (still suboptimal though). Took about a year and a half. Had hookups with bitches and got thirsting bitches on Instagram.

Might not work with everyone. Have a long way to work on autism, photos and looks.

 

[user123456]

To make other men feel like shit

 

[jagmogs1000]

What inspired you? Did you fulfill your goals?

I will DM a $10 Visa Gift Card for whoever creates the best story, by Thursday, 2/15/2024. (The story can be fake, just make it funny)

I feel like everyone can benefit from a little motivation.

there’s this one girl

so basically her

also i was tired with feeling bad about myself so that’s the main reason

 

[cag]

got broken up with by my first ever girlfriend 4 years ago, she hit me up 2 months ago and i genuinely see her as a 6 SMV. don't even have sexual interest in her, i was a delusional twink as a child ig. thank you blackpill.

 

[nosauce]

For me it's about the idea of control. The ones with the most control over their circumstances (dating, social, career, etc.) are the ones who are the most attractive. Is it these people who assert their will and it is these people who can push others around. In a dog eat dog world like this one, I'd much rather be the one doing the pushing. If that means I throw a couple thousand dollars on surgery, so be it.

Proof

 

[ConfusedBolivian]

Arnold