Turning around, I surveyed my domain. How the hell I never got cut in the rusty abomination of a room, where no angles fit together quite right, always surprised me. I spied the coil that had been annoyingly poking me all night long, sticking through the seams of my mattress on the floor. The damn things were always springing out and stabbing me unexpectedly, causing me to freak out when I awoke in a pool of blood. Even though my room was a shitstack, I did have one prized possession, a heavily scratched-up dresser I had stolen from the bastard I just pelted with rocks. Gotta get pleasure...