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A Fools tale (IQ Reduction Story)

by heroortime

Drunken Glory

Carl Thompson was a real piece of work. Carl was 28, and his best years were already past him. While Carl's life was considerably cushy due to being the next in line for his Father's business, he always seemed stuck in the past, reminiscing about where he felt he had truly shined, school. While by all accounts he was considered incredibly intelligent, naturally gifted even, and truly bound for greatness. He did absolutely nothing with it, for unfortunately, Carl was a big slacker and was extremely unappreciative of his position, never having to put a lick of effort in for things to go his way. Ironically, for someone who was so stuck in his school days, he didn't even truly care about classes or old times with friends. No for Carl, what he really loved about school was being able to shove just how great he was into everyone else's faces, about how much better, smarter he naturally was. He was someone with such an inflated ego, so full of himself that even now, years later, that's all he ever talks about, holding his intellect above almost anyone he meets, using it to belittle and mock those under him. 
It's late one Tuesday afternoon and Carl is wasting away in a bar, already 6 drinks in, he sits there regurgitating his stories of his "glory days" to another random man trying to drown his sorrows and the poor bartender who frankly isn't getting paid enough for this. Through slurred and drunken blabbering, and passage of way more time, he finishes another hour long retelling of just how magnificent he is.Finally to everyone's pleasure, Carl deeply sighs and announces to the entire bar how he must be off, all while in his head receiving many disappointed moans and the tears of his adoring fans, heartbroken at his departure.  In reality, a collective sigh of relief could be heard across the bar.
Drunkenly Carl stumbles from his seat and makes his way out into the world, dusk has already started to fall, and Carl had quite a few blocks to clumsy make his way through until he was back home. All was going fairly smoothly, if you call falling over twice and knocking into a few couples smoothly, until he got about halfway home. He was off course too drunk and too full of himself to pay attention to where he was walking until he ended up smashing face first into large breasts of a fairly tall and shapely woman. Dressed in all black, with dark makeup and a boob window that now housed Carl's face, she quickly yelped and stepped back, a look of pure bewilderment across her face. Carl's demeanor quickly changed from one of drunken delight, happily between two fleshy pillows to one of frustration when he realized the look of annoyance that started to spread across her face as she starkly shouted "What the fuck?!?" He started laying into the woman, completely ignoring how it was his own fault "Watch where you're going you fucking Moron!" Insults flying left and right "how dare you run into me dressed like a whore, and get mad at me?!?" "God you're such a fucking brainless slut, can't even keep your tits to yourself!" He screamed more and more, louder and escalating everything more and more. The woman felt a deep seething rage building inside her, she retorted back "What's your problem? Do you really think you're so much better than everyone else that you can't even apologize for something that's clearly your fault?" Carl laughed, as he brought up another one of his spiels "Of course I do, especially when there's so many dumbass like yourself walking around." That was it, she's had enough, throwing up her arms in front of her, an ethereal green glow started to develop around her. "You who thinks themself to be better than others, someone who thinks he is surrounded by idiots, I bring a new truth to your life." The glow getting more intense as she continues "You will see how it is to be less fortunate, to truly be under others!" The light is now blinding, too much to even consider looking at, it's all in compassing as the green flashes as Carl loses consciousness.

Downgrade

Pain, throbbing, intense pain radiates in Carl's head, as he struggles to open his eyes only to find out he's back in his bed at home. God what an awful hangover, his mind stirs as his vision adjusts to the room around him. Carl takes in the room around him, his room, but somehow things feel off, maybe his headache was making him dizzy. His eyes trace around the room, his all familiar room, but he can't figure out what feels off. He slowly blinks again, trying to make the haze leave him, Carl breathes slowly trying his best to make his way through this overwhelming nagging, he decides he should play a game, something to wake him up a bit more. He gets up from his bed, and stumbles towards his gaming console, outreaching his hand he goes to grab the controller and freezes. He feels his mind starts to grind to a halt, as one thought manages to penetrate the haze. "Which one of these is the controller again?" Staring down at a few things sitting on his desk, a long black remote with many buttons, a weirdly shaped ones with sticks on it and another thing that was small and round with many tiny holes in it. "Ummmmm, what one do what?" He slowly to-when, the words fighting to fall out his gaping mouth. "Huh? Wait uhhh that's no right?" His mind struggling to string words together, his inner monologue slowed to an excruciating pace. 
 Carl's mind was spinning or at least attempting to, everything seemed so wrong, so foreign. His hand reaching down to grab the final item on the table, his fingers moving independently and clumsily trying to find the power button. After an embarrassing amount of time a jingle could be heard as a voice chimed "Bluetooth connecting." Carl's face flushed red as he realized what he had spent the past 6 minutes fumbling with, a little Bluetooth speaker, even worse was he still wasn't sure which of the remaining items was the right one. "Oh God, what wrong? Why is thoughts like this?" The gears in his brain struggling to get that train of thought in motion, a slight tinge of fear filled him as he finally started to put the pieces together. "Carl was ummm, what was it? .....Dumber! he was a bunch dumber than before."

Newfound difficulty

Carl was dumb, more than dumb, downright stupid. He flinched as he realized just how slow his mind was moving, how much trouble he was having with things that should be second nature. Walking away from his console as he had already forgotten he was wanting to play it, he made his way to the bathroom, he just needed to wash his face. He found himself in front of the bathroom door, but there was one problem, he wasn't sure on how to open it. His cheeks burning a deeper red, he knows he should know this but it's blank, like most things in his head now, he has some vague concepts but a lot of little things get lost. Like which way a door opens, how does he turn the handle. After a few painful minutes, he manages to get it open, turns out he just had to turn and pull, he finds himself face to face with his reflection but he can tell something is off. His eyes are dull, vacant looking, his mouth is constantly slightly agape and he can tell something is bad when he tries to ask his reflection for help. 

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