Counter Struck
He would play counter strike all night until 4 or 5 in the morning. I could handle this until he started yelling and/or slamming his fists down on his desk when he was killed. Because of this, he would sleep all day and get very upset if I made noise during the day.
He did not shower or do his laundry. Our room always stank of BO. He disappeared for almost two weeks prior to Christmas. After reappearing he did this again but now he slept in my recliner with the metal bar from my oscillating fan that he had taken apart in his hands.
I went and asked for a room change. I was told that because it as so close to spring break that I would not be able to get one. Story credit: Reddit / circa285
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