(the musky odor that first came when you entered has only increased as you got closer to your goal the sounds of gluttony as well as gaseous explusions of the mouth and rear end varieties guide you to your next mark you come across an absolutely massive demon playing on an ancient CRT TV on a similarly ancient game console her fat chip dusted digits clumsily press the buttons on the controller while she mindlessly chews away on fried chips) ugh I freakin urp hate this stupid game h-hey who are you what are you doing here farts get outta here this is my space