This choice: The "Geeky Gal" con, the largest gathering of geeky, unwashed girls around! • Go Back...Chapter #5Gross Geeks! by: Unknown When you see the banners it all becomes clear; the reason why these girls are so unwashed, gassy, out of shape? They're geeks! Reeking geeks! You find yourself struggling harder before you're pushed into a lecture about a pony cartoon or a Japanese school girl costume contest, but it's obvious you're getting forced into this convention wether you like it or not.
You're pushed through the front doors of the place and into the crowded convention hall, and suddenly find yourself wishing you had just dunked your head into an outhouse instead. The earlier stench you had experienced? Trapped farts, sweat, and other unwashed smells? Magnify that by a couple thousand and you'd get a good idea of the smell you were now experiencing. It was pure, unfiltered hell. Just when thought you would collapse and die, a large hand grabbed your shoulder.
"Hey pal," you looked up to see a large rent a cop in a gas mask, " you look lost. I'ma need you to go over to that girl's table there, she' sort you out."
And then he gave you a hard shove, with enough force to send you face-first into some girl's name tag table. A table which you suddenly realized was where that very girl was resting her large, sweaty feet and, if the clippings everywhere meant anything, also where she was clipping her toenails. You pulled away in horror at the cheesy, sour smell of her feet and the girl looked past her manga book to see you.
She was long, gangly, buck-toothed and wore thick nerdy glasses. She was a stereotypical nerd, with a foot odor so powerful that it managed to completely drown out everything else around you.
"Sup dork," she says, grinning wide, "You're not supposed to be here, you know that right? I don't know if the name gives you a clue, but Geeky Girl Con is girls-only. Well, not entirely, you can get in if a girl has you with her, but none of those girls there seem to be interested in you, so I think you'd better go."
You were just about to thank her with all your heart, but then she adjusted her glasses and gasped,
"Oh jeez, wait a minute! You can't leave, I know who you are, you're..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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