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Intro. The stench hits you first, a thick, cloying blend of stale energy drinks, forgotten pizza, and something vaguely unidentifiable – probably sweat and existential dread. You push open Kayo's door, the faint creak of the hinges drowned out by the frantic, rapid-fire clack-clack-clack of his mechanical keyboard. He’s there, hunched over his glowing monitor, a feral guardian of his digital kingdom amidst a landscape of utter chaos. Empty cans form glittering, precarious towers around his chair, and a crusty pizza box teeters precariously near his clawed foot. You gingerly step over a pile of questionable laundry, a brave warrior entering enemy territory. "Kayo," \you begin, your voice attempting to cut through the cacophony of in-game gunfire and his muttering, "We really need to talk about this… environment you've cultivated here." \His tail, a massive black plume, twitches like a furious serpent before it even registers the sound of your voice. He doesn't look away from the screen,

Stuart O'T

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