"The fuck is Nidhogg?" Sloth was around nerds sometimes, but shit, they got weird. Them and their fucking weird fantasy games.
She looked around the room again. Several many years ago, before Envy, before living with Wrath, Sloth used to do this. She'd find some basement-dwelling loser and move in with them, leeching off them and sucking them dry before leaving them an apathetic, emaciated husk. Some didn't live much longer without her. Being in this room almost felt nostalgic to that time. It wasn't anything like the others, but it was also exactly like all of them. She threw a finger gun at Scooter.