Examine room.
Whoah what the motherfucking motherfuck, where the fuck are you?It appears from your aimless and mindless clicking around on the internet, you have found yourself nosing inside someone's room! It is unknown how you got here, maybe by some weird time warp or just from the logical URL click left on some randoms profile. Nontheless, it's rude to just barge into a personal space. Who cares though, you're already in here so let's cause more problems why don't we?Wait, you must be blind as shit because the owner of this room is literally right in front of you! Who is this young man and why is he just allowing you to look around here?
Enter Name.
Enter name? What? You may be the reader but you're definitely not given the wonder to be in this strangers perspective. How about you ask his name instead.
Reader: Ask for His Name.
This kind fellows name is GAMZEE MAKARA. From the looks of things he is VERY MESSY, leaving BICYCLE HORNS scattered amiss around the room. It smells like CIGARETTES and other various DRUGS in this place, from that thought you can make out that he is most likely a DRUGGIE.Taking a closer look upon his attire, he sports a BLACK TEE with a CAPRICORN SYMBOL printed on it. His BAGGY PANTS are decorated in CLOWN SPOTS, and topped off with two large purple CLOWN HONKERS.Oh. Oh ew, let's not call them that. Shoes, they're clown shoes.
Reader: Look Around.
He looks too spaced out to even notice you're here, let alone talk to you right now. I think it's better we leave him alone right now.Looking around his room, your attention has been caught by an open laptop. Well, a laptop if it were red and lumpy, to each their own I guess.You have already broken into his house and invaded his personal space, how about we invade his internet space too.