Blackpill Humans are not social creatures.

[LWii]

If humans were truly social or eusocial, we wouldn’t need laws, prisons, or borders

Thats the opposite. An antisocial specie wo t have never created those

 

[LWii]

we're fucking apex predators

List of fatal bear attacks in North America - Wikipedia

en.m.wikipedia.org

-ACKKKK

 

[Lifeisbullshit95]

@LWii, hats off. I've never seen a user with such a high IQ.

 

[LWii]

The entire goddamn history of our species is just one long highlight reel of betrayal, genocide and exploitation

Yeah humans have only ever killed each others (yet somehow theres now 8 billions of us)

 

[LWii]

Again, we are not social, we are cooperative creatures, and that is a huge difference. We cooperate to secure a better life, which is logical. Look at solitary predators, they struggle endlessly, hunting alone like primitive failures, because they are. Meanwhile, we dominate the food chain as apex predators, capable of annihilating anything in our path.

Yea so as i said earlier, u just change the definition of social to fit whatever u want, and to cope, "cooperative is the new "social". Ok

 

[Lifeisbullshit95]

Yea so as i said earlier, u just change the definition of social to fit whatever u want, and to cope, "coopérative is the new "social". Ok

 

[LWii]

I need to go pretend to care about my coworkers until something better comes along. Like every other human does every fucking day

I do the same but ur assuming that everyone does, how do u know they dont just like each others ?

 

[LWii]

Civilization is just a collective lie

Again, what fucking lie are u talking about ? The fact that civilisation exist to improve our living conditions is evident to anyone who asked himself that question. Ur trying to act like someone is hiding that fact from u

 

[Lifeisbullshit95]

@LWii debunking skills are “wow” in a good way. Very High IQ user!

 

[LWii]

 

[VeryNiceGuy]

Looks like you cant even explain what u wrote

Your replies were completely retarded so no need for explanation

 

[LWii]

Your replies were completely retarded so no need for explanation

Ok

 

[KillNiggers]

List of fatal bear attacks in North America - Wikipedia

en.m.wikipedia.org

-ACKKKK

Nah bro. No way you this retarded to post this wikipedia article dude.

 

[Sonicfancel]

Bookmarked truthnuke. Mog or be mogged.

 

[Just say NIGGER!]

When people say "humans social creatures," they aren't implying that humans are cooperative or what not, but that just you need social interaction to function properly on a physical, hormonal level.

 

[Just say NIGGER!]

I take that as a compliment. My IQ is 181.

tales from the mumbai mental asylum

 

[InMemoriam]

Brutal realitypill

 

[Fukumine]

Humans aren’t social creatures, they’re cold, calculated transaction machines, wired to mog and manipulate each other for clout, status, or survival. Every interaction is a brutal exchange, a zero-sum game where Chads, Stacys, and even betas play to exploit and dominate. Relationships? Just a cope, a facade to mask the black-pilled truth: we’re all in a WWE Royal Rumble, fighting to climb the hierarchy by any means necessary charm, deceit, or straight-up betrayal.

Picture it like a WWE cage match. Every normie, Chad, or Stacy steps into the ring of life, eyes locked on the prize: status, resources, or validation. There’s no “connection” or “bonding”, that’s blue-pilled nonsense. It’s all about out-maneuvering the other guy, using whatever tricks you’ve got. Betas fake confidence to seem high-value, Stacys wield their SMV (sexual market value) to hypergamy their way to the top, and Chads just mog everyone effortlessly. The goal? Survival of the fittest, where only the top dogs walk away with the belt (to pass your genes)


We cope hard with this “social creature” myth because it feels better than admitting we’re just ruthless beasts. Small talk at parties? A low-tier status play to network or flex. Fake smiles on dates? Just looksmaxxing to secure a mate before they branch-swing to a better option. Every word, every move is a calculated transaction, a step toward securing your place in the pecking order. From the second you wake up, you’re scanning for weaknesses to exploit. Normies play nice to avoid being ostracized, but it’s all a front. You’re either mogging or getting mogged. In the dating market, it’s brutal, Stacys trade their youth and looks for Chad’s resources or genetics, while betas get cucked, orbiting in hopes of scraps. Sex? A straight-up exchange: emotional labor, time, or provisioning for temporary intimacy. Both sides are running a mental T-chart, weighing if the juice is worth the squeeze.


Friendships? Pure cope. You align with people who can boost your status, offer IOIs (indicators of interest), or give you something, career plugs, social proof, or a shoulder to cry on when you’re black-pilled. The second they stop serving your SMV, you ghost them like a used-up Tinder match. Even family’s a transaction. Parents raise kids expecting a return, someone to wipe their ass when they’re old or something. Kids learn early to manipulate, playing the “poor me” card to milk resources from mom and dad.


The workplace is the ultimate black-pilled arena. Betas grind, scheme, and backstab for scraps of clout, promotions, raises, or a pat on the head from the boss. Managers? They’re just "Chads and Stacys" in suits, sizing up who’s worth keeping and who’s a disposable cuck. It’s a hierarchy where everyone’s trying to mog or avoid getting mogged, all while pretending it’s “teamwork.” Probably is not a good analogy but yeah, whatever.

In the end, humans are transactional beasts, not social creatures. The black pill strips away the cope. Every interaction is about self-preservation, about climbing the status ladder by stepping on others. Humans are fucking fake asf. Humans like to stab themselves in the back while wearing a smile on their face. The human civilization was build on lies and false promises, and this shows how dangerous and fake the humans are.


This post is black-pilled because it rips off the mask of “humanity” and exposes the raw, primal truth. We’re not here to hold hands, we’re here to mog, manipulate, and survive. The tone is harsh, the slang cuts deep. So, next time you’re chatting someone up, remember, they’re not your friend, they’re your opponent in a brutal game of status and survival. It's a PVP arena. Get ready to fight dirty, because in this shit as life, the rules are simple, you’re either mogging or getting mogged.

It's over.

Ultimately, it makes you wonder why we haven't all killed ourselves yet?

 

[yeetbender.koala]

One day it’ll all be over. May I die in my sleep tonight.

 

[packardD]

Humans aren’t social creatures, they’re cold, calculated transaction machines, wired to mog and manipulate each other for clout, status, or survival. Every interaction is a brutal exchange, a zero-sum game where Chads, Stacys, and even betas play to exploit and dominate. Relationships? Just a cope, a facade to mask the black-pilled truth: we’re all in a WWE Royal Rumble, fighting to climb the hierarchy by any means necessary charm, deceit, or straight-up betrayal.

Picture it like a WWE cage match. Every normie, Chad, or Stacy steps into the ring of life, eyes locked on the prize: status, resources, or validation. There’s no “connection” or “bonding”, that’s blue-pilled nonsense. It’s all about out-maneuvering the other guy, using whatever tricks you’ve got. Betas fake confidence to seem high-value, Stacys wield their SMV (sexual market value) to hypergamy their way to the top, and Chads just mog everyone effortlessly. The goal? Survival of the fittest, where only the top dogs walk away with the belt (to pass your genes)


We cope hard with this “social creature” myth because it feels better than admitting we’re just ruthless beasts. Small talk at parties? A low-tier status play to network or flex. Fake smiles on dates? Just looksmaxxing to secure a mate before they branch-swing to a better option. Every word, every move is a calculated transaction, a step toward securing your place in the pecking order. From the second you wake up, you’re scanning for weaknesses to exploit. Normies play nice to avoid being ostracized, but it’s all a front. You’re either mogging or getting mogged. In the dating market, it’s brutal, Stacys trade their youth and looks for Chad’s resources or genetics, while betas get cucked, orbiting in hopes of scraps. Sex? A straight-up exchange: emotional labor, time, or provisioning for temporary intimacy. Both sides are running a mental T-chart, weighing if the juice is worth the squeeze.


Friendships? Pure cope. You align with people who can boost your status, offer IOIs (indicators of interest), or give you something, career plugs, social proof, or a shoulder to cry on when you’re black-pilled. The second they stop serving your SMV, you ghost them like a used-up Tinder match. Even family’s a transaction. Parents raise kids expecting a return, someone to wipe their ass when they’re old or something. Kids learn early to manipulate, playing the “poor me” card to milk resources from mom and dad.


The workplace is the ultimate black-pilled arena. Betas grind, scheme, and backstab for scraps of clout, promotions, raises, or a pat on the head from the boss. Managers? They’re just "Chads and Stacys" in suits, sizing up who’s worth keeping and who’s a disposable cuck. It’s a hierarchy where everyone’s trying to mog or avoid getting mogged, all while pretending it’s “teamwork.” Probably is not a good analogy but yeah, whatever.

In the end, humans are transactional beasts, not social creatures. The black pill strips away the cope. Every interaction is about self-preservation, about climbing the status ladder by stepping on others. Humans are fucking fake asf. Humans like to stab themselves in the back while wearing a smile on their face. The human civilization was build on lies and false promises, and this shows how dangerous and fake the humans are.


This post is black-pilled because it rips off the mask of “humanity” and exposes the raw, primal truth. We’re not here to hold hands, we’re here to mog, manipulate, and survive. The tone is harsh, the slang cuts deep. So, next time you’re chatting someone up, remember, they’re not your friend, they’re your opponent in a brutal game of status and survival. It's a PVP arena. Get ready to fight dirty, because in this shit as life, the rules are simple, you’re either mogging or getting mogged.

It's over.

They (people) are pretty stupid on average and it is very easy to trick them into doing something or make money off of them. This is why I hate economics. It is a pseudo science. It is filled with or even made of human nonsense, manipulation and lies

 

[packardD]

They (people) are pretty stupid on average and it is very easy to trick them into doing something or make money off of them. This is why I hate economics. It is a pseudo science. It is filled with or even made of human nonsense, manipulation and lies

And they are not calculated at all on average (at least if "calculated" means what i imagine it means)

 

[Skelly]

naruhodo

I understood this instantly. The weebification is nearly complete.

@weaselbomber You did this to me.

 

[weaselbomber]

I understood this instantly. The weebification is nearly complete.
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@weaselbomber You did this to me.

my legacy in this earth

 

[RSH]

Humans aren’t social creatures, they’re cold, calculated transaction machines, wired to mog and manipulate each other for clout, status, or survival. Every interaction is a brutal exchange, a zero-sum game where Chads, Stacys, and even betas play to exploit and dominate. Relationships? Just a cope, a facade to mask the black-pilled truth: we’re all in a WWE Royal Rumble, fighting to climb the hierarchy by any means necessary charm, deceit, or straight-up betrayal.

Picture it like a WWE cage match. Every normie, Chad, or Stacy steps into the ring of life, eyes locked on the prize: status, resources, or validation. There’s no “connection” or “bonding”, that’s blue-pilled nonsense. It’s all about out-maneuvering the other guy, using whatever tricks you’ve got. Betas fake confidence to seem high-value, Stacys wield their SMV (sexual market value) to hypergamy their way to the top, and Chads just mog everyone effortlessly. The goal? Survival of the fittest, where only the top dogs walk away with the belt (to pass your genes)


We cope hard with this “social creature” myth because it feels better than admitting we’re just ruthless beasts. Small talk at parties? A low-tier status play to network or flex. Fake smiles on dates? Just looksmaxxing to secure a mate before they branch-swing to a better option. Every word, every move is a calculated transaction, a step toward securing your place in the pecking order. From the second you wake up, you’re scanning for weaknesses to exploit. Normies play nice to avoid being ostracized, but it’s all a front. You’re either mogging or getting mogged. In the dating market, it’s brutal, Stacys trade their youth and looks for Chad’s resources or genetics, while betas get cucked, orbiting in hopes of scraps. Sex? A straight-up exchange: emotional labor, time, or provisioning for temporary intimacy. Both sides are running a mental T-chart, weighing if the juice is worth the squeeze.


Friendships? Pure cope. You align with people who can boost your status, offer IOIs (indicators of interest), or give you something, career plugs, social proof, or a shoulder to cry on when you’re black-pilled. The second they stop serving your SMV, you ghost them like a used-up Tinder match. Even family’s a transaction. Parents raise kids expecting a return, someone to wipe their ass when they’re old or something. Kids learn early to manipulate, playing the “poor me” card to milk resources from mom and dad.


The workplace is the ultimate black-pilled arena. Betas grind, scheme, and backstab for scraps of clout, promotions, raises, or a pat on the head from the boss. Managers? They’re just "Chads and Stacys" in suits, sizing up who’s worth keeping and who’s a disposable cuck. It’s a hierarchy where everyone’s trying to mog or avoid getting mogged, all while pretending it’s “teamwork.” Probably is not a good analogy but yeah, whatever.

In the end, humans are transactional beasts, not social creatures. The black pill strips away the cope. Every interaction is about self-preservation, about climbing the status ladder by stepping on others. Humans are fucking fake asf. Humans like to stab themselves in the back while wearing a smile on their face. The human civilization was build on lies and false promises, and this shows how dangerous and fake the humans are.


This post is black-pilled because it rips off the mask of “humanity” and exposes the raw, primal truth. We’re not here to hold hands, we’re here to mog, manipulate, and survive. The tone is harsh, the slang cuts deep. So, next time you’re chatting someone up, remember, they’re not your friend, they’re your opponent in a brutal game of status and survival. It's a PVP arena. Get ready to fight dirty, because in this shit as life, the rules are simple, you’re either mogging or getting mogged.

It's over.

A few paragraphs of bullshit is NOT a substitute for biology degree, the points you made don't even dismiss humans being social, being social and treating other humans morally are not the same thing. Science is law

 

[Super Nigger Boy]

Humans are social. Competition is moreso between groups than individuals.

 

[aleksandercel]

Humans are social. Competition is moreso between groups than individuals.

 

[Genetics_subhuman]

Humans aren’t social creatures, they’re cold, calculated transaction machines, wired to mog and manipulate each other for clout, status, or survival. Every interaction is a brutal exchange, a zero-sum game where Chads, Stacys, and even betas play to exploit and dominate. Relationships? Just a cope, a facade to mask the black-pilled truth: we’re all in a WWE Royal Rumble, fighting to climb the hierarchy by any means necessary charm, deceit, or straight-up betrayal.

Picture it like a WWE cage match. Every normie, Chad, or Stacy steps into the ring of life, eyes locked on the prize: status, resources, or validation. There’s no “connection” or “bonding”, that’s blue-pilled nonsense. It’s all about out-maneuvering the other guy, using whatever tricks you’ve got. Betas fake confidence to seem high-value, Stacys wield their SMV (sexual market value) to hypergamy their way to the top, and Chads just mog everyone effortlessly. The goal? Survival of the fittest, where only the top dogs walk away with the belt (to pass your genes)


We cope hard with this “social creature” myth because it feels better than admitting we’re just ruthless beasts. Small talk at parties? A low-tier status play to network or flex. Fake smiles on dates? Just looksmaxxing to secure a mate before they branch-swing to a better option. Every word, every move is a calculated transaction, a step toward securing your place in the pecking order. From the second you wake up, you’re scanning for weaknesses to exploit. Normies play nice to avoid being ostracized, but it’s all a front. You’re either mogging or getting mogged. In the dating market, it’s brutal, Stacys trade their youth and looks for Chad’s resources or genetics, while betas get cucked, orbiting in hopes of scraps. Sex? A straight-up exchange: emotional labor, time, or provisioning for temporary intimacy. Both sides are running a mental T-chart, weighing if the juice is worth the squeeze.


Friendships? Pure cope. You align with people who can boost your status, offer IOIs (indicators of interest), or give you something, career plugs, social proof, or a shoulder to cry on when you’re black-pilled. The second they stop serving your SMV, you ghost them like a used-up Tinder match. Even family’s a transaction. Parents raise kids expecting a return, someone to wipe their ass when they’re old or something. Kids learn early to manipulate, playing the “poor me” card to milk resources from mom and dad.


The workplace is the ultimate black-pilled arena. Betas grind, scheme, and backstab for scraps of clout, promotions, raises, or a pat on the head from the boss. Managers? They’re just "Chads and Stacys" in suits, sizing up who’s worth keeping and who’s a disposable cuck. It’s a hierarchy where everyone’s trying to mog or avoid getting mogged, all while pretending it’s “teamwork.” Probably is not a good analogy but yeah, whatever.

In the end, humans are transactional beasts, not social creatures. The black pill strips away the cope. Every interaction is about self-preservation, about climbing the status ladder by stepping on others. Humans are fucking fake asf. Humans like to stab themselves in the back while wearing a smile on their face. The human civilization was build on lies and false promises, and this shows how dangerous and fake the humans are.


This post is black-pilled because it rips off the mask of “humanity” and exposes the raw, primal truth. We’re not here to hold hands, we’re here to mog, manipulate, and survive. The tone is harsh, the slang cuts deep. So, next time you’re chatting someone up, remember, they’re not your friend, they’re your opponent in a brutal game of status and survival. It's a PVP arena. Get ready to fight dirty, because in this shit as life, the rules are simple, you’re either mogging or getting mogged.

It's over.

We are dogs, sometimes we can be “cute” but we still have toys that remind us how our prey’s

 

[Blackpill Monk]

One of the extremely harsh extremely brutal, extremely blackpilled Article