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So I was at weebcon this weekend and I was taking the elevator at the Gaylord Hotel minding my own fucking business when this strange woman entered the the elevator with me. Me being the gentleman that I am, opened the door and slid towards the back of the elevator to give us plenty of distance.
While it was just the two of us waiting for our floors, all of a sudden she looks at me with these big, blue, fucked up eyes, just fucking glaring at me. I shit you not these fucks pierced my fucking soul. After an insanely awkward amount, I asked her politely "I'm sorry did you need anything?" and which point she let out the most earth shattering, soul destroying fart I've ever been subjected to in my life. This shit sounded like fucking siren head entered the building and was on the goddamn attack. The raid alerts were going off in this motherfucker, but what was worse was the smell. Once the stench wafted over to me, I was stunlocked, unable to process what was happening until I was gagging on the floor. I don't know what kind of tex mex this stacy bitch was eating but it smelled like she smugged week old road kill in her ass and just unloaded the smell on me. This shit was against the Geneva convention. The walls felt as if they were melting, the world began to slip from my vision as I sucummed to the death chamber this woman created, and as I laid there, fading, she smiles at me with a big, bright smile, and laughs as I passed out.
I came to about an hour later when hotel staff found me and got me medical assistance. The incident will always haunt me, The eyes, that laugh, that smell. I will never forget my encounter with Olivia Monroe.