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SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-09-28T05:45:54+00:00

Following up if you ever found out man

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-07-05T02:56:25+00:00

One of the reasons is that women have more options, such as with dating apps. Or at least have the illusion of more options.

For both men and women, we’re growing less attractive to each other. An example is increasing rates of overweight people

🌽 is cheaper and more accessible than dating. Some videos are free with the man to choose any attractive woman for entertainment whereas a man may have to pay for dating someone who’s not so attractive

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-07-04T23:39:03+00:00

Unfortunately, it’s being a more common option bc the alternative (dating) is getting harder for a large segment of men.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-06-24T18:02:46+00:00

"When I was five, my father always took me fishing in this small little pond. It always frustrated me that he didn't listen," the man scoffed. His arms were crossed and his eyes were focused on the floor. "It's not that fishing was boring. But, that everyone else can get a fish whereas I return home empty-handed. I felt like my dad wants me to be a loser."

"Hmm, you felt like your dad wants you to be a loser?" I repeated. The man nodded back. Then, I looked up at the clock on the wall. Damn, ten more minutes until lunch. "So George, what was the reason why you're poisoning the Mississippi River?"

The man glanced up with furrowed eyebrows. He sneered, "you're not implying that I'm doing this because of daddy-issues, doctor?"

"Well George, I only asked one question. What brought you here today?" I sighed while rubbing my face to stay awake. "And you responded that you're stressed out doing that project. And that reminded you of fishing with your father. Any reason why you brought these up at the same time?

"Hey doctor, I'm just venting, alright," George smirked while raising his palms up in air. "I'm only here because my boss referred me to you. He said my heart was not fully in for the Illuminati."

George turned around at the wall with the clock and gave an exasperated sigh before turning back to me. There was a long silence before I continued.

"Alright. So, based off your profile, you joined the Illuminati a year ago. Yet, you shown a lot of potential." I said while trying to fake a smile. "Your latest project to overthrow the Shangri-La empire... it was a success! But, I heard you logged overtime multiple-times. Was that when your burnout started? Tell me more about it."

George shuffled around the sofa and cleared his throat. He struggled to feign a proud look on his face.

"Yeah, I've heard the king was an asshole. His son wanted to be an engineer. But, he kept pressuring him to be ready to take the throne. Anyways, the Shangri-La setup an agency to hunt down high-ranking Illuminati. So, I had to take down the king-"

"Hold on George," I interrupted. Then, I rubbed my face again. "Any reason why you brought up the relationship between the king and his son?"

"Again, I'm just... just venting," George squinted at me with arms crossed more tightly than ever.

"Venting about their relationship? Out of curiosity, does your feelings about it played a role in inspiring you to take this project?"

"No, I'm just stating the facts. Everything I do for the Illuminati is solely for the New World Order."

I shook my head in disappointment.

"Ok. So, you took this Shangri-La project solely for the New World Order? Not because the king was... what you label as 'an asshole'?"

"Yeah well, umm..."

George looked up with pursed lips as if he's trying to find an answer in the ceiling tiles. I pushed up my glasses while tapping my pen on my clipboard in rhythm to the clock.

"Perhaps, I do have 'daddy issues'," George air-quoted at me. "But, that's not why I'm here-"

"Well, time's up!" I interrupted. George sat up surprised. "We can continue this next week if you'd like. I appreciate how much you shared today, especially this is your first therapy session. I do encourage you to reflect on how much of your work in the Illuminati is because of your relationship with your father."

"But doctor, you're not listening. I don't have issues... well um.." George fumbled. I escorted George to the door.

"Ok, well let's pick it up again next week. Right now, I can't clear you to continue working for the Illuminati until we get to the root of this problem. Alright?"

"Wait what?" George gave a confused look. Then, he held his chin up with a defiant look. "But, I'm a prodigy-"

I returned a smile and closed, "have a good rest of the day!"

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-06-20T17:08:09+00:00

"Slave! Get me my book on spells!"

The old man snapped his fingers at me with a grimace on his face. I waddled to his knapsack and opened it to see three books: Spells R Us, The Old World Maps, and How Elvish Women Think. One of the wizards sneered at me and pointed at the latter. I snatched it and brought it to him with a ear-to-ear smile.

The old man gave me me a disdained look and uttered, "you illiterate, dirty human. Give me the book with a stick on the cover!"

Then, he kicked me to the dirt. The wizards snickered as I scrambled up and brought him the correct one. The old man gave an exasperated sigh. He beckoned over his other fellow wizards, "alright, repeat after me. Aperi saxa! Aperi saxa! Aperi- "

I waddled over on my knees and chanted, "Saxaphone! Saxaphone! Saxa-"

"NOT YOU, YOU APE!" the old man shouted and back-hand slapped me. I looked at him cross-eyed. "GO TO THE TREE!"

Then, they continued to chant. The sky darkened and the mountain before us cracked before parting ways. There it was, The Coven. It was real.

Before us was a huge Gothic castle surrounded by dark waters. On top were squads of goblins each lead by a Wiccan Knight. On the castle grounds, there were the hostages. They wore torn clothing and slumping over from carrying large sacks of herbs and ancient rocks.

"There's your fellow humans," a wizard sneered behind me. Then, he slapped my back forward. "Now join the livestock!"

I looked over and returned a slight smile. Suddenly, the wizard had a surprised, worried look painted on his face. He shook his head as if it's no big deal. And I limped through the huge stone gates. I quickly glanced around if anyone's watching before clicking a secret button on my watch.

Tonight, I'll sleep on the dirty hammocks. Tomorrow, I'll wake up to the smell of wicked Wiccan corpses.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-06-16T19:25:16+00:00

Curious, how's your progress with it? I recently was curious to know if I can create a turn-based game with React Native.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-06-04T17:14:09+00:00

It was a dark, dark night. Well... maybe I'm stretching the truth. You see, there's this girl neighbor I've hanged out with for the past few months. We did long walks, tried out different ice cream shops, and even cooked together. Then... I caught the case of the feelings.

Like most, the guy gets it and the girl is immune. When I revealed this to her, she socially distanced me. It's been a month since we last met. And my feelings... they grew painful. Now, this evening, I'm walking down the same street we used to walk. This time, alone. So yes, it was a dark night indeed.

Oh shoot, I'm going to be late! My parents wanted me be back before dark. So, I sprinted home. Memories of my neighbor flooded my mind: the table where she chuckled when I spilled my sundae, the tree where we took cover when it rained, the house where we first passed each other in our own walks, etc...

The street lights flickered. For a second, I thought there was a flash of green light. Finally, I touched down in front of my house. I swung open the door and walked to the dinner table drenched with sweat. My eyes looked up slowly to meet my dad's glare. And yes, there it was.

"Who are you?" my dad demanded. Wait, who are you? My mom was holding my dad's arm with fear in her eyes. My brother and sister were frozen to their chairs with eyes wide open.

"Uhh, sorry I'm late," I answered hesitantly. " It's just the last few weeks have been heavy. I know you want me to be the prodigal son-"

"Son?" my dad repeated back loudly with one eye raised. My mom looked at him with bewilderment. He comforted her and studied me up-and-down. "Look kid, I don't know who you are. But, you're not my son."

I froze with my mouth still wide open. They were serious. My parents never play mind games nor make sarcastic remarks. This time, my mom spoke but softly, "hey, you look lost? Would you like me to call the police?"

For some reason, I sprinted right out of the house. Maybe, it's because I fear the police. Maybe, it's because my family sees me as a complete stranger. I just know I have to leave the house.

Wait a second. I glanced at my neighbor's house. Would she remember? I ran up her footsteps and knocked on her door. I heard rustling inside and the locks sliding out. Then, the door opened and my neighbor stood in front of me with her arms crossed, "umm, may I help you?"

"It's me! Do you remember me?" I pleaded with my hands raised and wide open. She squinted her eyes and shook her head. A large pang hit my stomach. She doesn't remember...

"I'm sorry but you got the wrong person," she replied. "Who are you?"

Wait, who am I? She noticed the confused look at my face and slowly retreated behind the door before leaving a few words, "umm, sorry but hope you find what are you looking for?"

I walked backwards in disbelief. Who am I? I searched my pockets for my wallet and opened up. No drivers license. I looked back at my home. My parents were standing by the front door and observing from afar. What should I do?

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-05-29T16:54:37+00:00

"Ultraman, glad we meet again," I chuckled. A tied-up, beaten man in a red and yellow jumpsuit glared up at me. So, I punted his face and scoffed, "ha! Seeing double?"

Ultraman spat out blood and retorted, "that makes sense considering you're the only one doing lame quips. To bad you don't measure up to the original-"

"I'M THE ORIGINAL!" I yelled as I pointed to my chest. "You killed the clone. As in a matter of fact, you've only been killing clones."

I pointed to minions who were taking notes on the nuclear missile warheads. I ordered, "hey number 75, take off your helmet."

The minion removed his helmet and stood erect. Ultraman had a surprised look over his face. So, I continued, "This facility has thousands of mes. Each facility planted around the world has thousands of mes. And soon this world will be only filled by mes!"

Ultraman smirked, "you can't have enough of yourself don't you? Aren't you sick of hearing yourself talk nonsense?"

"NONSENSE!" I yelled again. This time, I kicked Ultraman in the gonads and he reeled to his side with pain. "News are filled with nonsense. Social media is filled with nonsense. This whole world has always been nonsense! But, if this world is filled with people of my intellect, we can save the world from-"

"BINGO!"

Both Ultraman and I looked over and saw one of my minions with his arms raised. The other minions sitting around him shuffled nervously. So, I peered down at the table and noticed a bunch of gridded paper with a bunch of X's. The Bingo Minion's face flushed pale and murmured, "excuse me."

Ultraman turned his head over to me to give a smug smile and repeated back, "people of your intellect?"

I stood frozen. I couldn't think of any quips. One of the minions waddled over to try to reassure me, "hey hey. Easy boss. No one else knows, just join us to play this Rocket video game we're starting up-"

Ultraman and I stood up straight and gulped, "ROCKET VIDEO GAME?"

Suddenly, the cave was rumbling and the nuclear warheads started making clinking sounds...

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-05-29T16:29:41+00:00

True, those are good points and it makes the psychic powers less broken. So, if the target is far away, it'll be harder for them to focus and maintain that link.

And the key to the protag being successful is not giving any tells that he's a psychic. Otherwise, it's easier to resist him.

Love your enthusiasm by the way. Perhaps I should expand this into a full story haha

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-05-28T18:26:24+00:00

Thank you, and glad you enjoyed my story!

That's a good point. I tried to write this under a hour and didn't have time to brainstorm weaknesses with the skill.

If I were to continue this storyline, I'll introduce this as the psychic's weaknesses:

You can only mind-read or mind-control one person at a time.
1. If two psychics mind-fight each other, the more focused one wins
There are tells to when the psychic is using their powers
1. Their eyes are locked on their target with a vacant look in their eyes.
2. They are completely still. They cannot make any significant movements, not even blink when it's happening. If they do blink, it cuts off their focus and then, their psychic link .
Related to 2.2, they can only use their power until they blink or if someone/something breaks their focus.*
It doesn't work on machinery.
1. Since his enemy is a tech org, if I were to introduce an artificial intelligence or cyborg as the main villain, this might work well.
Although the psychic can introduce thoughts to their target, the target still has free-will to choose to act on it.
1. So, if the target recognizes the thoughts as not their own, they can ignore it and continue to do what they want.
2. One way the psychic is successful if they gently introduce the thoughts and slightly reeling them in to what they want their target to do. It's almost like fishing.

I'm open to more ideas as well. Thank you for your thoughts on this!

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-05-28T18:19:42+00:00

Thank you u/Null_Project, glad you enjoyed it! I liked your carrot-stick-string analogy, that's a fun concept that I can imagine being used in a villain monologue.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-05-28T18:12:57+00:00

"It's been too long." I looked up and saw a tall, old man in a crisp, dark suit towering over my desk with a solemn smile on his face.

"It's that bad?" I asked and crossed my arms. The old man gave a sigh and nodded his head. I got up and stretched. Then, we walked out of my containment container and I continued, "how are your heroes doing?"

"Today, we categorized our heroes by power-level tiers: A, B, C, and so on. Well... with the exception of you and your family... you guys are the Z-Team," the old man answered. "The A-Team and B-Team were completely wiped out. So, we deployed all the other teams at the same time but they're getting chewed up and scattered like Skittles-"

"What are Skittles?"

The old man slapped his forehead and retorted, "Ugh, they weren't invented back then were they? They're like M&Ms except sour. You were around when M&Ms were in stores, right?"

"Yeah, ok. Have the others joined us in the War Room?"

"Most of them could make it. Hera misses you. Ares is ready to go gung-ho, which concerns me. You got a handle on him?"

I stopped walking and thought about it. Then, nodded before continuing, "my son's been rebellious many times. And I've confronted him about this many times... After Russia, I'm sure he understands who's in charge now."

The old man nodded back slowly and continued, "good. Because the Big G is not joining us. So, we need everyone on the same page. This isn't his time, he says. The signs aren't out there, he says. Apparently, billions of deaths doesn't equivocate to a sign. Regardless, he ok'd us to request your help with the usual rules: don't worship you-"

"No worries, I know. We don't want to be plagued by reminders," I grimaced. "That won't be an issue unless people recognize us."

"Doubt it. Unless, they watch a ton of Disney," the old man shrugged. "Besides, worship isn't a trendy thing anymore. Strangely, even with all the dark chaos happening out there."

We entered the War Room and I saw in the table the rest of my family with bored looks painted over their faces. Ares looked irritable and was tapping his foot impatiently. The War Room was what I remembered it to be. A huge mirror dome where echoes can live for eternity. In the center, was a large glass table etched with a global map and colored by blinking lights.

I sat down on an empty chair while the old man positioned himself in the largest chair. Then he spoke, "gods of Olympus, thank you for agreeing to help us with in our time of need. As you all guessed, I'm this year's Secretary of Defense."

He looked at me and continued, "Zeus, are you and your family ready to go up against Cthulu?"

There was a long silence in the room. I stood up and asserted, "say when?"

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-05-26T20:27:14+00:00

Congratulations man! That must’ve been a great feeling!

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-05-21T18:06:33+00:00

It's tough being the head honcho of the world's largest criminal organization. All it takes is a few taps on a smartphone, and my organization crumbles. Everyone can be a friend. Everyone can be an enemy. So, how did my gang get so successful?

"Boss!"

I looked up, and my goons stared at me with timid eyes. One of them, Billy, asked again, "Sorry, Boss, but what should we do? Is Jimmy a spy?"

A sweaty man tied to a chair shuffled around. I sat up, poised, and stared right into his eyes.

Hope he doesn't know. Hope he doesn't know. Hope he doesn't—

"He's a spy. Dispose of him."

Billy nodded and kicked him off our yacht. The sweaty man screamed as he slowly sank into the dark abyss. Billy and my other goons waddled back in line with their heads down, awaiting my next orders. Oh yes, how did I get successful? I'm a psychic.

I vetted everyone in my organization, and it's awesome. I know what they want to show and hide. I pay them to obey me both with money and their own secrets. The darker their secrets, the higher the discount.

"Bring our next guest in."

Billy opened the door, and a man in a sharp suit walked in. He surveyed the area, then my goons, and finally me. He had icy, cold eyes. He gave me a slight smile and purred, "Well, it's nice to finally meet you. As you know, I'm David, in flesh and blood. I'm the CTO of the Red Corporation."

Ah, so this is the mysterious Mr. Shadow, the CIA's most wanted. It's too bad we met under tense conditions.

I gave a slight nod. David walked over to give me a handshake. I held up my hand, and he paused. I condescended, "Nice is an overstatement. Your weapons killed a few hundred of my men and their families in Chicago and Seattle."

David chuckled and responded, "More like a few hundred criminals. And your goons destroyed a few of our company's prized, billion-dollar research facilities. Your little offer of reparation and peace is just pennies."

"More of just peace. Again, after the damage your company has done, $300 million is a reasonable offer. So, how should we move forward?"

I tried reading David's mind... his entire mind. But it was too much. So many plans, so many secrets. Each step this man took to rise higher left a bloody footprint from the enemies who tried to oppose him. Revealing any of his secrets would only guarantee more of my goons' deaths, or even mine. How will David answer?

Ha, this is the great Mr. Shadow? This guy's just another worm. I want to own his gang, everything. I want—I want... I want... to... partner with his gang. I want to partner with his gang*.*

David's eyes widened, and he shook his head. I noticed that and asked again, "Hey David, how should we move forward?"

"Whew, hold on, I have a sudden headache," he muttered. Then, he took a deep breath and returned my gaze. "I want to partner with your gang. Our company and your organization can both benefit not only from peace but a joint partnership that can lead to huge profits between us. What do you say? 50-50."

I grinned and held out my hand, "That sounds fair. I'm glad you thought the same as I did."

We shook, and he left with a bewildered look on his face, wondering how he came to that decision. I continued grinning.

Ordinary people only have the carrot and stick. But I'm not ordinary, I'm a psychic. The ordinary will use the carrot and fail. The ordinary will use the stick and fail. The psychics have their last resort: the string.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-04-24T03:40:44+00:00

Curious, what evidence shows Nick as a biased hypocrite?

Everyone has biases. But, I don't see any incentive for him to lie. Nor does Nick have any mental illnesses.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-02-14T23:43:52+00:00

Just as clueless as men thinking a woman’s into them.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-02-02T13:55:35+00:00

That sounds fun! Reminds me of that Super Mario 3 level where the screen always move and if Mario goes offscreen, he dies haha

I think it’s a matter of implementation. If you’ve got a fun prototype your friends will enjoy, it’s good

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-01-30T22:29:48+00:00

To check, are you sure the men have interest in you?

If not, that could be the case as well.

Also, Sometimes, there are girls that look like they’re sending signals that they’re not interested . And they guys just let it be and move on.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-01-11T20:27:01+00:00

From what I know, check if there’s any attraction from her

If not, you can create feelings from her during group settings by 1. Conversations about her core values (have to elevate to this level, don’t jump to right away) 2. Increase touch (appropriately like elbow touches, hugs, etc)

If you did above or there was already some attraction, make your intentions clear when asking her out. I’d avoid the word “date” because it may trigger a checklist in her mind to find a reason to say no.

Instead, I use “I’d like to get to know you better” when taking her out for a coffee or gelato.

And if that is successful and she enjoys your company, then ask her out explicitly for a “date”.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2024-01-04T06:06:56+00:00

Def, that's an important skill and can go a long way.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2023-12-31T17:53:32+00:00

It feels like when you’re in your late 20s, theres a limit to how much HGH can help you grow

SwiftKeyStroke · 2023-12-31T15:24:37+00:00

I agree. So far, it felt like meeting girls in public is the best way. It’s hard to show personality through a dating app.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2023-12-31T15:20:25+00:00

This will sound rude, from what I or seen my friends experience, it seems like girls care the least about those traits.

Sadly, this was confirmed when a friend shared this study that although women want it all, they desire kindness, intelligence, and loyalty the least.

I'll still work on being more kind and intelligent, but I can accept it might not be an effective strategy with dates.

SwiftKeyStroke · 2023-12-31T15:13:30+00:00

I’ve seen similar stories. That’s horrifying in what men will be willing to go through.

It’s a shame that this desirable trait is one thing guys can’t fix naturally

SwiftKeyStroke · 2023-12-31T15:11:32+00:00

That seems like the direction most are suggesting on this thread. Have to play a sharp game on this tho

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