>>73
It would go a little something like this:
A body ravaged by years of MMORPG abuse, leaving her obese and pale. Unwashed hands stained by cheetos, hungrily collecting up additional grime from the unclean desk at which she sits. Every so often, she locks herself in seclusion and desperately tries to squeeze into her old clothing. Frantically applying makeup in between the shuddered heaves of her weeping. 'Sup 4chan' she inscribes on her soiled hands, the traces of past attempts serving to blur the inscription into the illegible. It's no use. If only she had known that she would shine her brightest six years ago, she would have better appreciated the attention. Now, try as she might, it can't be recreated.