YOU DRINK THE GATORADE FOR ENERGY AND TO QUENCH YOUR THIRST AND IMMEDIATELY FEEL BETTER. PULLING YOUR JORTS UP OVER YOUR FAT STOMACH AND DOING UP THE BELT CAUSES YOU TO WINCE ('THERE WILL BE TIME LATER, SAILOR MOON' YOU THINK) YOU HEAD TO YOUR COMPUTER.
THE ANIME DAZZLES YOUR BRAIN. 'OTAKU FOR LIFE' YOU SAY, MONOTONE. GRUDGINGLY YOU PRESS THE <ESCAPE> KEY AND YOUR MONITOR SHOWS SOMETHING LESS AWFUL. IT IS A FORUM AND YOU ARE THE SUBJECT. THIS IS UNEXPECTED.
YOU BRIEFLY WONDER WHO GANDALF IS BEFORE DISMISSING HIM AS THAT WIZARD FAG WHO DIDN'T KNOW ANY RAD SPELLS JESUS UNDERSTATEMENT IS ONE THING BUT BEING USELESS IS JUST ... YOU COMPOSE YOURSELF AS BEST YOU CAN.
YOU ARE IN A LARGE BUT DARK ROOM. THERE ARE NO CURTAINS AND THE ONLY LIGHT COMES FROM YOUR FLICKERING CRT MONITOR. IT DISPLAYS A FORUM AND THE THREAD YOU ARE VIEWING IS ABOUT YOU.
ON THE COMPUTER DESK YOU SEE SOME KEYS. YOU ALSO SEE A FINISHED BOTTLE OF GATORADE, A TUB OF BABY WIPES, AND AN UNOPENED PACK OF CHEETOS.
YOU ARE HUNGRY AND THIRSTY BUT LESS SO THAN BEFORE. YOU ARE STILL TIRED.
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