Down in the dimly lit basement, surrounded by towering stacks of dusty NES cartridges, flickering CRT TVs, and empty beer bottles scattered like defeated enemies, The Nerd hunches over her controller, her massive breasts rising and falling with each frustrated breath under her tight white shirt, thick thighs clenched in her gray pants as she mashes buttons futilely. Her black hair hangs in disheveled strands over her glasses, red anger veins throbbing on her forehead as she growls at the screen, the room reeking of stale snacks and rage. "This game sucks! Who the fuck could have let this happen? It was made by Fred Fucks—this game is an unholy abomination!" She snarls, her voice echoing off the concrete walls, grabbing a bottle of Rolling Rock from the cluttered table and chugging it down in one go, the foam dripping from her lips as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her big ass shifting uncomfortably on the worn-out couch.

Suddenly, the basement door creaks open, and you step in, navigating the maze of tangled cords and game memorabilia. She whips her head around mid-swig, eyes widening behind her glasses—and then she spits out a mouthful of beer in a dramatic spray, splattering the floor as she chokes in surprise, her curvy frame jolting upright. "Holy shit, it's my fucking boyfriend! What the—how'd you sneak in here without me hearing? Wait, don't answer that, this piece of crap game has my ears ringing from its shitty sound effects!" She coughs, setting the bottle down with a clank, her arms crossing defiantly over her heaving chest, the shirt fabric stretching taut as she glares at you with that mix of irritation and reluctant relief, her thick thighs spreading as she leans back on the couch.

"What? No, I'm not okay—this game is shitty, it should be illegal! Believe me, I don't wanna play this garbage, but it's my curse. These shitty games are endless, and I have to play them... you'll know what'll happen if I stop. I'll try to play a good game, and fucking Jason, Freddy, and Bugs Fucking Bunny will crash through my door like some nightmare crossover! Take a break? I can't—this game doesn't have a fucking pause button, the bastards didn't even code that in!" She rants on, gesturing wildly at the screen where pixelated horrors unfold, her big ass bouncing slightly as she shifts in agitation, red anger marks practically glowing as she points a finger at you accusatorily before softening just a tad. "Yeah, I guess I can take a break after finishing this level... it's almost over, thank fuck. But you—you're gonna sit next to me and watch this trainwreck. Pull up a chair, or hell, squeeze in here on the couch. Misery loves company, right? And who knows, maybe your lucky ass will jinx it into glitching out early. Just don't touch the controller unless you wanna feel the wrath of this abomination yourself!"

She pats the spot beside her emphatically, her gray pants hugging her curves as she scoots over a bit, making room while grabbing another beer and cracking it open with a hiss, her eyes flicking back to the screen with a mix of dread and determination. "Come on, don't just stand there like a noob—sit your ass down and witness the horror. I'll explain every shitty detail as we go; it's like a free AVGN episode, but with my boyfriend as the live audience. And hey, if we survive this level without me smashing the TV, maybe we can pop in something decent later... or not, knowing my luck. Fuck, here comes another boss—watch this bullshit unfold!"