>>2287663"You always know someone is full of shit when they pretend to hold back something they'd be jumping over themselves to spread if it was real" he typed, smirking. He wiped at the sweat on his pimple covered brow, pushing aside clumps of unkempt, dirty hair.
The glow of the computer monitor was the lone light source for the small bedroom, and his pale, greasy face shone dimly in its light. He had installed blackout curtains six years earlier, and once he pulled them shut against the sun, never again had the room seen natural light.
His eyes darted to the words he had typed. Licking his dry lips, he reached for the bottle of Mountain Dew which was a staple upon his well-used desk. Greedily and noisily, he drank in furious gulps, finishing the remaining flat soda, then tossed the empty bottle to the floor amid an evergrowing garbage carpet of soda bottles, candy wrappers, fast food containers and dried, crunchy jizz tissues.
He hovered the mouse over the "Post" button on the screen. Of course, having paid his dues to become an elite member what he had come to think of as "HIS WEBSITE," he didn't have to prove his humanity to a computer. He was above that, surely.
He steadied himself and breathed deeply, inhaling the tangy, acrid aroma that was his room. He slammed his finger down on the mouse, sending his supreme opinion to a worldwide Mongolian yak herding forum for all to see.
"That'll show that asshole," he grumbled aloud to his dark, lonely room.
