Room 4, Part 2 ((Warn1ng: perhaps dont read post th1s 1f you are eat1ng or just ate. spo1ler tags: #food #rottedfood #spo1ledfood #gorg1ng #gluttony )) [The v1deo th1s t1me began w1th Wrothe on h1s knees mak1ng h1s way through the food. At f1rst, h1s del1ght was v1s1ble throughout h1s ent1re be1ng. H1s consumpt1on began as glut1nous glee, but soon tapered 1nto detached m1sery after the blueberry goat cheese, pasta, and bo1led egg on strawberry cake became replaced w1th mold encrusted bread, spo1led meat, and produce that was more mush than d1scern1ble fru1t or vegetable. Due to how long 1t took, the footage sped-up to 2x-4x speed. 1nterspersed were moments of extended hes1tance and retch1ng. Over t1me, Wrothe's face became not1ceably bluer and h1s mot1ons became slower, slothful. Anyone can tell he was regrett1ng th1s, but he had not found the key yet. Pred1ctably, 1t was amongst the content at the very base of the pressure plate. Chew1ng through the very last 1tem (someth1ng that looked l1ke 1t used to be cake) he stopped for a moment, pull1ng out a key from h1s mouth. W1th the pressure plates f1nally released, so were the metal bars block1ng the ex1t door. Wrothe's movements were much slower than the start of the challenge. He held h1s p1ckle jar-entrapped hand aga1nst h1s stomach 1n an attempt to brace h1mself. Hand st1ll shak1ng, the key dropped nearly 3 t1mes (from sweat? grease? 1c1ng? you dec1de!) dur1ng h1s attempts wh1le reach1ng for the the lock's locat1on on the door's uppermost r1ght-hand corner. Wrothe managed though, barely able to push the heavy 1ron door open he sl1ped by 1nto the next space.] @gratu1tousAnnu1ty #wrothestorment


