He sat at his computer, tongue licking his upper and lower lips to finish the Hot Cheetos residue left on the outside of his mouth. The apartment smelled old. It reeked of cockroach droppings, rat droppings, moldy food, dried up semen, and sweaty old clothes he had not washed in weeks. . A narrow path had been paved out of of trash had wound around different parts of the apartment, starting from the entrance to the bathroom, to the fat slob's computer.
The man had completely let himself go. He weighed well over 600 pounds. His face was covered in acne. His wife had left him, well over a year ago, although he could not remember how long ago it was. His entire apartment was a mess; except for sexually explicit pictures of Rarity, Twilight Sparkle, and Fluttershy all hanging on his walls. He stared at the pornographic photo of Rarity with eyes wide open as he looked directly at the parts of her which were clearly drawn by a weird and dirty minded brony. The fat sloth licked his upper and lower lips in anticipation, staring at the sexually explicit picture of Rarity, which he thought was quite a thing to marvel at. His dopamine levels and his heartbeat increased dramatically. He threw the pizza box across the room, and threw the picture of his wife and daughter on the ground in order to forget the reality of his life.
Suddenly, his chair broke from the hind legs as the whole thing collapsed from underneath him. "GOD DAMN IT ALL!!" he yelled as he fell to the ground, hurting himself. His middle finger pointed at the ceiling, as he surrounded himself with the mountains of garbage he had compiled and immersed himself in. He was surprised at how much he had been sweating, considering he had not worked out, or gotten outside in years . The leviathan of a man had fallen, and was unable to get up. Several cockroaches scurried away at his touch. Newspapers covered the ground, reminiscent of a time when caring was a second nature. He crawled through piles of trash to try to get to his desk, which would serve as a crutch to help support himself as he struggled to hoist his fat body up. He was nothing more than a mere shadow of his former self. A few years ago, he was a different person. But years of not caring, not exercising, living off of his dead mother's trust fund, and eating nothing but bags of potato chips, boxes of pizza, and liters of soda had transformed him into the fat sloth of a man he is now.
He was truly alone. It had been years since he had interacted with people. The only interaction he had with others was when he accessed his computer, went through his TOR browser to chat with other cloppers. He spent hours on his computer every day to add to his Terabytes upon Terabytes of Pony porn which had compiled onto his hard drive. Along with Firefox and Internet Explorer, he also had the TOR browser. The deep web where drug dealers, arms dealers, pedophiles, and all other sick fucks like him accessed the strangest depths of the internet. That is when he found a strange set of instructions: an algorithm and an idea, on how to build a portal to Equestria.
The man had nothing to lose. He was lonely and longed to make his sexual fantasies come true. He just about had it with his life. The reality of his life was not a pleasant one. On top of his filthy apartment was the reality of his family life. His wife had left him in what felt like years ago, yet he could not even remember how long it was. He forgot what year they married, her name. He even forgot his daughter's name. "Was it Christa? Christy? Rachel? “He couldn't remember her name, or even how old she is now.
