Tsk. Bob tsked to himself. Everyone knew that people could improve themselves by challenging their limits, the classic growth through adversity.
He surveyed his checklist.
Mentally, he still had to do homework.
Physically, he was now able to do 112 pushups, 105 sit-ups and 109 squats in one go.
He had also taken cryogenic measures to ensure his future seed was preserved to monitor for quality and potential backup.
But it still wasn't enough. He had to grow stronger.
At this point, his body language displayed a rich, empowering presence, one that made people feel like he was both their best friend and also that they could do anything so long as Bob was beside them.
It had all happened that fateful afternoon.
In the playground, Bob had come across a special tome.
To be fair, earlier that afternoon, a grandfatherly figure had appeared at the school, and after saying some random phrases like:
"You have potential."
And
"How would you like to become my disciple"
Which Bob had ignored since his mom had always told him not to talk to strangers, had dropped the booklet that would change his life.
"The Art of Rizz, Vol. 1"
Without much thought and dirt smeared hands, Bob had taken the booklet and put it into his school bag.
Upon reading the first chapter, Bob's eyes had suffused with a glow.
It was the glow of Rizz Awakening!!!
[Secret Excerpt of Chapter 1 from "The Art of Rizz Vol. 1"]
The Journey to becoming a Rizzmaster (RM) is not easy. In fact, it is fraught with difficulty. Many have tried, and many have failed. The road ahead is littered with the corpses of those, arrogant in their football jerseys and gym muscles, only to crash and burn, destroyed in the flames of rejection and countless therapy sessions…
Only one in a million have the capability. Rest assured,
It is probably not you.
However!
The contents of this book will nevertheless be helpful for all aspiring Rizzants, Rizzians, Rizzlers, and Rizzites
May you succeed (pun intended to be unintended)
The rest of the page has been conveniently, in terms of being an excellent plot device to create suspense and mystery, torn off.
Bob checked his stats
Bob
Rizz Index: 1000
Strength: 105
Intelligence: 589
Genetic Calibre: E+++++++
There was still a long way to go.
Accordingly, Bob applied himself, becoming a Rizzler. In a flash, he became popular, School Captain, and a list of other accolades.
However, he knew that all these superficial trappings were meaningless.
He would always be a failure, unless he could sow his seeds in willing and consenting fertile soil.
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Bob? Bob's mom was somewhat worried, but not overly so. She often asked this question, checking on him to make sure he was ok and eating his bread with lettuce, but didn't get much of a response, since Bob was engrossed in his plans.
*Later that night*
"Honey, do you think that our Bob might be a bit… special? As in, a bit different from the other kids?"
She looked at Dylan, Bob's dad anxiously, the way only a mother can look filled with concern for their son.
Bob's dad, Dylan, was unfussed reading his usual newspaper and smoking his e-pipe. (Times were a changin' even back then. A man couldn't even get a good hit of nicotine these days without potentially lowering their kids epigenetic potential due to second hand smoke, leading to the adjustment).
"He'll be right Kat. It's free play. It's how kids learn these days."
"But… Bob has taken our old mini fridge and goodness knows what he's doing in his room with those… bottles!"
Dylan took a puff. "Naw, I mean, he's doing well in school, he's a strapping lad, dare I say a chip off the ol' block eh. He gave a chuckle and choked on his own saliva, before getting hiccups from the blockage.
"I- I suppose you're right." Kat sighed and they drifted off into slumber.
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Meanwhile, Bob's rizz had leveled up, and his genetic potential was rising.
The next step was crucial.
Everyday he walked past the canteen, but being raised up in a family where pocket money was not a thing, he could not afford to buy anything.
All the Rich Randalls, Jacked Jeremys and Frankly-fat Freds would wolf down their meat pies and sausages and burgers and fries and chips and candy bars and ice cream and soft drink and cookies whilst Bob would have to be content with his peanut butter sandwiches.
And that was if he was lucky. More often that not, he would just get his usual bread and… lettuce.
You read that right.
He had a few options.
1 go vegan
2 overcome
Being a disciple of rizz and striving to reach the realms of godly Gigachad, he knew he had to take destiny into his own hands.
It was time… to put the theory to practice.
It was time… to utilize the Art of Rizz.