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In a world devastated by weakness, I am an impotent little faggot ,so allow me to make up this banal, forgettable and needlessly self-wanking shitty quote.

What do you even need this shit for

Our marxist, PC world worships weakness, disease and perversion, while fearing and shunning true strength and beauty. In a world devastated by weakness, I choose strength. When was it we stopped worshipping heroes and started worshiping victims? It's about time for a change.

You somehow managed to make it more cringy

Congrats

>In a thread devastated by banality, I choose self-awareness.

>I have a dipshit hick's understanding of the world around me.

In the past, our heroes where family men, strong masculine dudes with healthy T levels who fought wars, were able to take a punch and give some back, took good care of their families and did not break out crying like pussy bitches at the slightest provocation. Today, we have no heroes... it seems like they just pick the hugest most pathetic faggot around and put him on a pedestal.

in
a world
devastated by weakness
I
choose strength

t. rupi kaur

I tip my fedora to you good sir

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>In a world devastated with talent, I find nothing discernible in his thread.

I choose strength. I am alone in this.

You think you are strong, you are not.

Underrated post

I don't wanna be offensive here my man but have you ever asked yourself in which side are you really on in that little idea of yours? I found out that most people who have that mentality are usually what they say to hate the most, weak, useless humans who only bring trouble to everyone around them.

All those heroes you talk about, people that went to war and had to sacrifice their lives for the sake of others did not chose to do that. They were pushed into it by circumstances and did their best with what they were given at the time, doesn't mean they thought it was a good experience. More importantly, good, reliable men don't bloat about it or belittle people for not going through the same hardships they had to go through. So maybe think about that before writing.

>In a post shit out by user, I find nothing but irony

In this plane of existence shared by the sheep, I am the fucking wolf.

In a world weakened by devastation, I strengthen choice.

I commented above about OP's opening sentence, and how I thought it was longish. Laxnut, your opening line is a superb example of not only being concise, but providing an awesome hook. A great opening line causes the reader to want to more. In this case, my immediate reaction was "why should i b myself?" Great concept, with great contrast, and I would love to read more.

Great prose also has great flow-great rhythm. Again, yours is a perfect example. The cadence is so perfect. Sounds great and feels great.

My friends and clients know me as often being over critical. On the other hand, when I see greatness, I am equally blunt. Your opening line is nothing less than superb.

When chaos tilts the world on its side, there is no need to tip your fedora.

Only one enemy remained; two if you counted Weakness.

> In a world devastated by hotheads, I choose to be a big guy.

>WHERE PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMS

It's the small, eternal failings of mankind's resolve that are destined to dissolve even the greatest accomplishments. Success is a series of choices borne from moments of strength. I vow to make those choices, over and over, until I am too old even for that.

This was really hard because the reason it's a shit quote is cuz it's a shit concept. One can't seperate oneself from one's "world" enough to singularly refute that which devastated it.

in a world overcome by fear, I chose delusion.

How can you chose to be strong or know the world is weak or that weakness is the problem?
They are relative terms in a non-linear space.

In a world devastated by normies, I choose NEETdom

Shit man A+

In a world, where the untalented beg for talent...I will neck myself pretty soon.

lol man jsut be honest with yourself you know that sounds fucking silly

Why can't I meet someone like you irl? I feel like my peers, even "smart" ones, write similar to this or else the overdone irony ever-present irl and on this board. This was mine and it's similar to how I write usually, but without (hopefully) better concepts. I end up deluded that I'm higher up intellectually than I really am, and even get a "lonely at the top" type feeling. I get so bored and think I know it all but what I really want is someone who cuts through the bullshit in a way my mind can't. I'm sick of being bored. If we were in a class and you did that for an exercise I would jump your bones.

my friends at school like to eat shit so i made them ate my shit instead :DDDD

thats cuck talk

How about this:

Wheresoever the people and even the trees and rocks seem broken by an indomitable languor, there I plunge me in the crucible of torturous strength until that languor breaks me again.

>inb4 brainlets have a conniption over muh purple prose

I have absolutely no idea what you just wrote there

>Wheresoever the people, rocks, and trees are stricken by a steadfast idleness, there I take it upon myself to excite the passions into a lively display of physical prowess and mental intensity, rousing an equal disposition in my fellow men, until such a time I can slumber soundly in my faraway cabin, rocked gently to rest by the animated sounds of commotion and strife.

>There I plunge me

What

the next john green

On second thought, switching "excite" and "rousing" would better (as "exciting" and "rouse," respectively).

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

>in a world devastated by whiteness....

...

our two finalists

>The world was given to the meek and I got nothing.

In a world of rats i was the Ubermensch

In a world of nails, I became the hammer.

Everyone would bask in the glory of my unique style, amazing dance moves, and glorious, parachute pants. A new era began and I was untouchable.

On a board devastated by cuckoldry, I chose Pepe

my wiener hurts and i cant produce peepee very well

In a world of subversion, I choose to swallow the painful truth.

In a world I saw as devastated by weakness, I thought I chose strength.

Looking back, I was mistaken.

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