#every shift-clickable surface: disGUSTing

[whyeverr]

"...Phew!"

"He said it was a fixer upper..."

The material, and, er... olfactory reality of the task at hand hits like a ton of bricks. Inside, the house is suffocating: the musty air, the piles of refuse, the jumbled stacks of belongings. Lifeless hulls of appliances and electronics, knickknacks passed over by a decade of scavengers — remnants of lives lived in a distant past, all plastered over in a thick layer of dust and grime.