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[Matt has a racing game on pause and a cigarette smoldering in the ashtray, and he's zoning out, drifting in and out of second level. He's spent most of his time here exploring the city, at first looking for a way out; but as the weeks passed, he became resigned to being stuck here and started tracking down necessities, then luxuries, so he at least wouldn't be bored.
For the last little while, he's felt utterly sapped, with barely the energy for what little cooking he does (which mostly consists of opening chip bags or boiling water to pour into ramen cups). At the moment he's not sure he can be bothered to move from the couch to his bed for a nap.]
Ugh, what the hell?
For the last little while, he's felt utterly sapped, with barely the energy for what little cooking he does (which mostly consists of opening chip bags or boiling water to pour into ramen cups). At the moment he's not sure he can be bothered to move from the couch to his bed for a nap.]
Ugh, what the hell?