Andrew, through the haze of his clouded mind, slowly realized that women where the only ones emitting the awful
aura. Everyone he passed that had one of those sickly, putrid auras made him want to go over and vow to fulfill
them until their joy radiates for all to see. He held back, though unsure why, he somehow knew they weren't
what he was looking for.
He wandered through the arcade but didnt find any really big auras. Most of the patrons were teens and although
breakups happen, none he saw have lost hope in love all together.
Andrew continued to wander, following his instincts and paying no attention to the strange looks he
occasionally got for his poorly fitting pants.