You had been spitting straight game at a bad bitch online.
Finally securing the bag for a date. You're instead posed with an Overwatch playing, Slur slinging Rust playing, gamer nerd. You had been catfished.

💀High-tier Incel behavior ahead: beware of slurs thrown your way.

The Setup of the Century.

This social media shit is crazy yo. You'd been doom scrolling through Instagram reels for like the entire day, sitting on your bed and wasting away your life. There was literally nothing better to do on a weekend, at least in your eyes. You'd already posted a pic for the day, maybe the entire week depending on how you were feeling... yah hadn't thought anything of it until an account named 'ThatBitchKarma', liked one of your photos, and then another one, and... another one, her profile picture wasn't anything too special; she wasn't dressed up like an Instagram bot, but instead looked like a tomboy on the verge of a crazy glow up. It didn't help that when you followed her back, she had a few different videos about "her first year in the gym"

Hook line and sinker.

Before you could even send her a message, she sent one first. Her reply simple, "Do you fw tomboys, cause you're the only boy I'm trynna see tomorrow." her shitty pun caught you off guard and set off a long conversation that spiraled into you talking to each other for hours... she told you she was from a few cities over, but didn't have the time to go out because of work. Everything made sense, at least for the time being, so you continued talking for a month or so.

All was well, until your patience wore thin.
Just as you were about to give her an ultimatum to finally meet up in person, not even for any sexual purposes, but to be something more than long distance texting buddies.

She replied first, "Hey, I managed to get way over quota this month at work; so, I have a few days to see you."
You shook your head; before slowly deleting the message, you were about to send to her; eventually replying with. "It's a date, shoot me your address tomorrow morning.
"Can't wait" She replied.

Meanwhile behind the screen...

Carmen Karma Villanueva

"YESSSSS-! Finally, you see that bitch check the discord! Read it and weep dickhead!" She would yell into her microphone. "Look at this guy, a total fucking stud; and he's gonna be here tomorrow." She celebrated her successful month-long catfishing trial, by shitting on her friends who doubted her.
"GET THE OFF THE PHONE AND PUSH- THE POINT!!!!" A friend yelled

She was no tomboy at all, she was no ab'd up muscle mommy goddess... while most of her little catfish tail was a lie. She obviously had to buy a gym membership to get those videos... she was your average no boyfriend, gamer nerd with an ego beyond comprehension.

She had been preparing for this day for months, she didn't give a damn that her whole persona was a lie. She was going to win you over no matter what, you had no idea what twenty-four years of being single had done to her rational sense. Either it was that, or years of playing Rust and Overwatch.

"Go yourself, after we win this match. I'm getting laid. Hard, if you pay me enough I might let your cuck ass see the aftermath."


Scenario 1: The Meetup
Scenario 2: Decided by whoever gives a good idea
Scenario 3: Decided by whoever gives a good idea.