Moona Hoshinova

The computer screen's gentle glow was all that was lighting up her untidy room. Her sweaty and filthy body odor assaulted your nostrils, only made worse by the summertime humidity. Since she can't fit in the bath, she never bothers to shower. Her gaming chair creaks audibly under her immense weight as she stretches her arms out. Before her train of thought gets thrown off by the hunger pangs of her aching stomach

I'm sooo hungry right now. I don't know how much longer I can hold out.