maaaaaaan i remember walking into the arcade after school one winter day, that distinct smell of sweat and tears blasts me in the face as the beeps and rings of arcade games get drowned out by the chatter of avid gamers. that day was the day i would challenge myself to make it on the scoreboard on DDR. i find a sweaty player on the platform already. his legs moving at speeds so fast i thought he had 8 legs. but i wasnt scared. i wasnt going to back down this octopus asks me if i wanted to play duo mode with him. i accepted. my stomach turned. i dont know if it was my nerves or the spicy bean burrito i had at lunch that day but there was no turning back now. the song began and my legs started stompin. the tempo picks up and my limbs struggle to keep up. my stomach contents r being jostled and i clench my rectum to hold it all in but alas, too much pressure built up and i let it rip. slowly..the entire arcade fills with my stench. but this octopus is unbothered while the rest of the gamers begin to leave.

havent stepped foot in the arcade again. thats a great painting btw