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It's a new day, and @Reformed 's alarm rings at 7am. He wakes up and smiles: "Another day of larping begins, new frontiers, new possibilities", as Lord Crisick would say.
He heaves his 5'8 manlet frame out of bed and whips out his phone. Heads straight to Looksmax and posts "Going on a Tinder date today lads, gonna fuck up that pussy real good. I'm gonna do some really hard intercourse with a female. Jealous incels? Oh did I mention that I'm 6'6 btw?"
However, his smile fades after realising he had frauded his face and height so badly on Tinder that the date could go wrong. "How do I get away with frauding online to make sure she isn't disappointed when she sees me?" - of course, only one human being could answer that question.
Now he just needed to wait. In the meantime he jumps into the bathroom full of excitement, his 4-inch lifts had arrived yesterday. He was gonna heightmog so hard, those poor oldies in the coffee shop didn't know what was coming. He'd swoop in, heightmogging the SHIT out of everyone, this alone would soak the LTB's panties right up. From there it would be easy. He could almost imagine the larp on Looksmax after. "Just rawdogged a legit Stacy boys, fuckin mirin?" That lil bastard @WishIwasChico would be jealous as fuck. The mere thought of it made Reformed's limp dick slightly hard. This was gonna be a good day.
His phone beeps:
Fuark, amazing advice, Reformed thinks. This was gonna be so fuckin easy.
He pulls up to the coffee shop in his latest Pandabuy counterfeit Hypebeast clothes, hopping out of his 2008 VW Polo (or as the dalits from Looksmax know it, a 2023 plate BMW M3).
He sits down, heightmogging all the soylords and oldies enjoying themselves with their wives and girlfriends. "Fuckin losers, what do they know about real LTB pussy?" he thinks. "I'm mogging these subhumans", he mutters under his breath.
He starts scrolling looksmax in the meantime, JFL reacting anyone hating on his earlier Looksmax post. He was having so much fun he didn't realise he'd been sitting there for almost 45 minutes! He checks his phone:
He freezes in total shock. Total bewilderment. His blood pressure shoots up so high it almost gives him a brain aneurysm. She called him UGLY?
No, it can't be. This must be some curry from .org trolling him. Right? Surely? He jumps onto Looksmax, asking them repeatedly "I got trolled, right guys, surely guys? Hehe please affirm my delusions guys, I'm too good looking and tall to be rejected right?
"
But it was no use. Deep down he knew the truth. It was done, over. He'd frauded too close to the sun and got burnt. He puts down the phone and the tears flow. What started as a bright day with new possibilities, had ended in tragedy.
He heaves his 5'8 manlet frame out of bed and whips out his phone. Heads straight to Looksmax and posts "Going on a Tinder date today lads, gonna fuck up that pussy real good. I'm gonna do some really hard intercourse with a female. Jealous incels? Oh did I mention that I'm 6'6 btw?"
However, his smile fades after realising he had frauded his face and height so badly on Tinder that the date could go wrong. "How do I get away with frauding online to make sure she isn't disappointed when she sees me?" - of course, only one human being could answer that question.
Now he just needed to wait. In the meantime he jumps into the bathroom full of excitement, his 4-inch lifts had arrived yesterday. He was gonna heightmog so hard, those poor oldies in the coffee shop didn't know what was coming. He'd swoop in, heightmogging the SHIT out of everyone, this alone would soak the LTB's panties right up. From there it would be easy. He could almost imagine the larp on Looksmax after. "Just rawdogged a legit Stacy boys, fuckin mirin?" That lil bastard @WishIwasChico would be jealous as fuck. The mere thought of it made Reformed's limp dick slightly hard. This was gonna be a good day.
His phone beeps:
Fuark, amazing advice, Reformed thinks. This was gonna be so fuckin easy.
He pulls up to the coffee shop in his latest Pandabuy counterfeit Hypebeast clothes, hopping out of his 2008 VW Polo (or as the dalits from Looksmax know it, a 2023 plate BMW M3).
He sits down, heightmogging all the soylords and oldies enjoying themselves with their wives and girlfriends. "Fuckin losers, what do they know about real LTB pussy?" he thinks. "I'm mogging these subhumans", he mutters under his breath.
He starts scrolling looksmax in the meantime, JFL reacting anyone hating on his earlier Looksmax post. He was having so much fun he didn't realise he'd been sitting there for almost 45 minutes! He checks his phone:
He freezes in total shock. Total bewilderment. His blood pressure shoots up so high it almost gives him a brain aneurysm. She called him UGLY?
No, it can't be. This must be some curry from .org trolling him. Right? Surely? He jumps onto Looksmax, asking them repeatedly "I got trolled, right guys, surely guys? Hehe please affirm my delusions guys, I'm too good looking and tall to be rejected right?
"But it was no use. Deep down he knew the truth. It was done, over. He'd frauded too close to the sun and got burnt. He puts down the phone and the tears flow. What started as a bright day with new possibilities, had ended in tragedy.
