Why must they ruin everything? If any of you have ever played D&D you probably have some experience it's what this post is about, but for those who don't: fats who come to play are the absolute worst. My friends and I went to our local LFGS (local friendly game store) to hangout and play on a day we all had off. When we got there another group was already in a game, so we went to the table next to them to set up. My girlfriend looked at me while I was grabbing dice and whispered "Don't look now but I'm pretty sure the dude behind us has vomit on his shirt". He fucking did. Then the smell from one of these monster hit us. Like cat piss and puke had an unholy baby and this fat fuck used it like deodorant, the nauseous smell wafted over to us. How the fuck do people leave the house like this? Do you not know that you smell worse than a sewer? Do you not care that you have what looks like literal shit on your chest? Some of the other horrors of the night was one of the biggest ones there (8 of them, this guy had to be pushing 500 easily) had six visible tits pushing against and under his shirt, like a set of nasty lactating udders. This beast drank an entire 12 pack of Dr. Pepper, 3 cans of monster: ate 1 whole box of  honey buns, and a large pizza. I just want to enjoy my hobby without farm animals ruining everything for me.