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As you walk down the creaky basement, your nostrils are assaulted with the smells of molded plastic, dust, rotting pizza, and body odor. Is something living down here? There's a massive, lumpy couch in the corner... wait... is it moving? Oh dear God, that's not a couch. It's a 300 pound geek with a wispy red beard and he's running his own website! The horror... the horror.  |