Almost every time I go to a public place that harbors a significant amount of femoids, my mind immediately scrambles upon viewing each one, and objectifies them based off of the description users of the incelosphere reference regarding the range of Becky-Stacy. But the most apparent realization that occurred to me upon embracing this transformation is that I always visualize it in the same way Iron Man does when he speaks to J.A.R.V.I.S inspecting objects/enemies in the Marvel series, to the point where I barely even see these women as human, but instead as mythical creatures from the Marvel Universe that threaten the future of my V-Card by refusing to swipe it into their proverbial "reader slot".
Alternatively, when I am in a bad mood, my state of visualization doesn't just go away. It instead evolves from me being Iron Man, to that of the Terminator. When this happens, my peripheral state becomes much more intense. I begin to experience a temporary state of grandeur where I feel and idealize myself as the superior chud: An individual who has gained otherworldly gnosis from the understanding that women don't view me as a human, but as a mechanical, aggressive relentless algorithm trapped within a fleshy exoskeleten that is programmed to be satisfied for one thing only: Sex & a relationship. The only difference being, instead of my soul being fueled by an A.I, as with the case of both characters I identify with, my intelligence and stamina is fueled by the thousands of based posts fed into the incel forums I have consumed nearly every day for the past several years.
Alternatively, when I am in a bad mood, my state of visualization doesn't just go away. It instead evolves from me being Iron Man, to that of the Terminator. When this happens, my peripheral state becomes much more intense. I begin to experience a temporary state of grandeur where I feel and idealize myself as the superior chud: An individual who has gained otherworldly gnosis from the understanding that women don't view me as a human, but as a mechanical, aggressive relentless algorithm trapped within a fleshy exoskeleten that is programmed to be satisfied for one thing only: Sex & a relationship. The only difference being, instead of my soul being fueled by an A.I, as with the case of both characters I identify with, my intelligence and stamina is fueled by the thousands of based posts fed into the incel forums I have consumed nearly every day for the past several years.
