[LONG POST]
Inb4 "Sewer-tier post" or "Face >>>>> everything" copers
For real, imagine someone who has the face of a terrifying abomination that can induce hatred even from the most tolerant and peaceful person in the world. Unfortunately, that case happens to be me.
So for someone who can't fix his face into a face that seems normal and more comfortable to even look at, his choice is to be as tall and strong as possible so that normies can't gang up on him, and of course he could snap those normgroids into pieces.
In Toronto rn situation isn't that bad because I am autistic and get the virtual signalling to surf through life and get gov buxx. However in HK before I moved to Canada at 13, people were kinda suspicious of me (mostly me being autistic as well as ugly) but wasn't too bad.
Things got real ugly when in Grade 7 where in HK it's form 1 secondary school. Most people in my grade hated me to the core just because I noticed some class bully (he was a repeater, chadlite) was doing wrong shit. A large majority of them would frequently try to report me to the teachers, some of them would regularly put my stuff in garbage bin. The aforementioned bully named Kevin once threatened me with a box cutter to my face. After all they tried extremely hard to ruin my life and somehow I didn't die. That moment I finally knew that women and normoids were bitter enemies since day 1. Me and my parents finally decided to leave and I came to Canada and I told the normgroids that I would leave HK and they can fuck off. Things were in general much more chill here despite being an incel central.
Peace would not last forever as they would eventually find out my real identity living in Canada. I remembered that one of those graders in HK would be moving to British Columbia, he was relatively more friendlier than most of the grade, yet thought I was an oddity.
Ultimately, I would have to face them back, at the first glance they may not know my real identity that they hated so much, however it would be far more grand due to soycial media that they would spread me being the villain and eventually pretty much everyone I met in HK would turn against me, with some wanting me into ten thousand pieces (碎屍萬段).
With that hatred that I would be facing it against sooner or later, I would do everything to heightmaxx, if drugs don't work I would be doing surgery in this decade. Or if that don't even work, I am considering about building a battle suit with treaded foot motorized rollers that could give me to a height of more than 6'7 (helmet is 2 inches and the rest are motorized treads). Think of it like the feet of Megatron from Revenge of the Fallen.
My Dad wants me to study harder in uni and forget about the height stuff as he thinks that I am tall enough, however when he hears this full elaboration he would call me a "delusional maniac". I sincerely he could understand my concerns before it's too late.
Fortunately in Canada I still have formed my close brocels, however I am very concerned that they may not assist me when in need, or even worse they might turn on me. Hence I would always reserve a hand, for Mr. Justin Case.
Thanks for paying much time to read this thread.
@Colvin76 @ThoughtfulCel @FinnCel @RREEEEEEEEE @IncelCream @KingChemist @MuslimMentalcel @BurakuminBibba @werty1457 @PPEcel @Ricecel X @omnilet @MYtruecel
@ChinaCurry
Inb4 "Sewer-tier post" or "Face >>>>> everything" copers
For real, imagine someone who has the face of a terrifying abomination that can induce hatred even from the most tolerant and peaceful person in the world. Unfortunately, that case happens to be me.
So for someone who can't fix his face into a face that seems normal and more comfortable to even look at, his choice is to be as tall and strong as possible so that normies can't gang up on him, and of course he could snap those normgroids into pieces.
In Toronto rn situation isn't that bad because I am autistic and get the virtual signalling to surf through life and get gov buxx. However in HK before I moved to Canada at 13, people were kinda suspicious of me (mostly me being autistic as well as ugly) but wasn't too bad.
Things got real ugly when in Grade 7 where in HK it's form 1 secondary school. Most people in my grade hated me to the core just because I noticed some class bully (he was a repeater, chadlite) was doing wrong shit. A large majority of them would frequently try to report me to the teachers, some of them would regularly put my stuff in garbage bin. The aforementioned bully named Kevin once threatened me with a box cutter to my face. After all they tried extremely hard to ruin my life and somehow I didn't die. That moment I finally knew that women and normoids were bitter enemies since day 1. Me and my parents finally decided to leave and I came to Canada and I told the normgroids that I would leave HK and they can fuck off. Things were in general much more chill here despite being an incel central.
Peace would not last forever as they would eventually find out my real identity living in Canada. I remembered that one of those graders in HK would be moving to British Columbia, he was relatively more friendlier than most of the grade, yet thought I was an oddity.
Ultimately, I would have to face them back, at the first glance they may not know my real identity that they hated so much, however it would be far more grand due to soycial media that they would spread me being the villain and eventually pretty much everyone I met in HK would turn against me, with some wanting me into ten thousand pieces (碎屍萬段).
With that hatred that I would be facing it against sooner or later, I would do everything to heightmaxx, if drugs don't work I would be doing surgery in this decade. Or if that don't even work, I am considering about building a battle suit with treaded foot motorized rollers that could give me to a height of more than 6'7 (helmet is 2 inches and the rest are motorized treads). Think of it like the feet of Megatron from Revenge of the Fallen.
My Dad wants me to study harder in uni and forget about the height stuff as he thinks that I am tall enough, however when he hears this full elaboration he would call me a "delusional maniac". I sincerely he could understand my concerns before it's too late.
Fortunately in Canada I still have formed my close brocels, however I am very concerned that they may not assist me when in need, or even worse they might turn on me. Hence I would always reserve a hand, for Mr. Justin Case.
Thanks for paying much time to read this thread.
@Colvin76 @ThoughtfulCel @FinnCel @RREEEEEEEEE @IncelCream @KingChemist @MuslimMentalcel @BurakuminBibba @werty1457 @PPEcel @Ricecel X @omnilet @MYtruecel
@ChinaCurry
