I went to the mall and got mogged by this bull Tyrone who was 6'4" and 250 lbs with the frame of a Greek God. Immediately every white and black foid within a 50 meter radius had their pussy glazen like a doughnut in his presence. I couldn't help but stare at this bulls physique for what must have been 10 seconds as I passed by him. He didn't even look at me, as if years of gang banging and presumably shooting rival gang members on the streets made him hardened enough to realize I was no threat to him, as if I were merely a fly living off the nourishment of his shit to him. I wasn't even acknowledged. I felt completely sick with rage and feelings of adrenaline to attack this bull out of jealousy and envy- with primitive copes that I'd steal his alpha status if I defeated him in combat. It was complete ragefuel as decades of neglect from foids and ostracization from normies harbored intense anger in me. I had to immediately leave.
