Disgusting Rooms Thread - It's just half drunk beer I swear!

Temmie

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I like looking at disgusting rooms and gamer setups and judging the people who in use(d) them. Do your worst.

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I knew someone that did this. Over forty garbage bags of bottles, cans and moldy take out cartons. I helped clean it and it was unbelievable how anyone could let things get like this. A combo of depression, laziness and alcoholism. Hopefully he's doing better now. But I'm not holding out hope too far.
 
One of my friends growing up had a disgusting hoarder home. Christmas decorations left up inside year round. Dusty boxes stacked floor to ceiling. Someone threw a banana up on top of the big bookshelf built into the wall in the living room during one of the many sessions of roughhousing and jackassery that occurred at the home over the years; the banana was discovered 10 years later and had developed a root system of fungus that reached down through the space between the bookshelf and wall. There were a family of 5 ringtailed critters living in his loft that I had never seen anywhere else before or since, small furry civet-like mammalians that didn't resemble any of the local wildlife and may have been entirely unique to this particular home...a species evolved from prokaryotic embryodes mixed together within the clutter.
 
One of my friends growing up had a disgusting hoarder home. Christmas decorations left up inside year round. Dusty boxes stacked floor to ceiling. Someone threw a banana up on top of the big bookshelf built into the wall in the living room during one of the many sessions of roughhousing and jackassery that occurred at the home over the years; the banana was discovered 10 years later and had developed a root system of fungus that reached down through the space between the bookshelf and wall. There were a family of 5 ringtailed critters living in his loft that I had never seen anywhere else before or since, small furry civet-like mammalians that didn't resemble any of the local wildlife and may have been entirely unique to this particular home...a species evolved from prokaryotic embryodes mixed together within the clutter.
If your house or room is not its own isolated ecosystem causing new species of plant and animal life to mutate and rapidly evolve from pollution, you are threadbanned
 
The filth is my dominion, mortal! If you dare to venture into my magical lair, my cockroach knights will make a swift work out of you!
'Ah you think squalor is your ally? You merely adopted the filth. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see the swiffer until I was already a man...
a disgusting hoarder home. Christmas decorations left up inside year round. Dusty boxes stacked floor to ceiling.
Sounds like my house.
 
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I remember when in dorms I had this young lad living in the same corrider as me. He was clearly autistic but a nice chap. He mentioned leaving for a more supervised living arrangement elsewhere and I (foolishly, in hindsight) offered to help him clear out when the day came.

The room was filled with boxes everywhere, mostly storage boxes containing Lord knows how much junk and whatnot. But aside from all the boxes and litter and whatever else, it was the smell. Sometimes as he came out of the room or a breeze hit just right you could catch a foreboding whiff of it. I figured that it couldn't be as bad as the occasional breeze you could catch out on the corridor, but I was dead wrong. When I first walked into the room I was paralysed by it. I can hardly describe it other than being moist and sickening. I presume it was some mold or something. I had to do everything I could not to retch and thankfully I managed not to, would have been too awkward for the poor guy.

Cleared out most of the more trivial stuff for him and that was that, but I'll never forget it. Makes me queasy just thinking about it again. I wonder if the supervised living had to do with the damned hazard he turned his room into.
 
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