>Knock on door
>GO AWAY IM BUSY”
>Door opens, anon’s parents take a timid step into the room
>Pissjugs fill most of the available floorspace
>”Anon, what..What are you doing?”
>Camera pans to anon, who sits crosslegged and hunched over a small dusty monitor, fat rolls flowing freely to reveal a completely naked figure except for some ripped, stained Y-fronts.
>”I just found a small indie game on Steam where I can exploit an ingame mechanic to crash the servers **snortlaugh** shart** I’m basically a hacker, you know.”
>A pale, chunky hand reaches into an industrial-sized bag of Flamina Hot Cheetos. Some sounds, akin to that of a hungry hippopotamus devouring a small mammal, follow. The creature, wipes the crumbs on its pallid body.
>”O-okay, anon. We’ll leave you to it.”
>The mother wipes away a single tear as she backs out the room. The father gives a single glare, a mix of regret, shame and stoic acceptance, before following suit and gently closing over the door.
>A single balloon reading “Happy 30th birthday, son hovers for several days in the doorway unnoticed, until the helium leaks out of it and it slumps, almost wearily, to the floor.
#Anon #roasted #4chan