 Excuse me. Hello. What? Hey, this room is a little shabby. Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's a very unimpressive bedroom. It's really bringing down my mood. I was wondering if we could, like, change out the floors or maybe get some art in here. This is a prison. Yeah, yeah, no, I understand. But maybe just, like, a TV or something? Drugs would be neat. You remember how earlier today you ran into my camp naked and stabbed one of my friends with a knife? How was hours ago? Let's just start over. You're lucky we even gave you clothes. Okay, the nice thing was my bad, but I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that forcing me to eat without a table is on par with a war crime. You got some weirdly high standards for a feral nut job who just attacked an entire settlement by himself. Well, this room is pretty pathetic for one of the biggest military camps on the continent. It clearly was not a prison cell before I got here, so what was it? Yeah, hopefully not somebody's bedroom. This wasn't yours. Was this your bedroom? Please tell me that's not your bedroom. We're building new ones. These are better, man. Not even a potted plant? Chess table? Drugs? Kate's room is pretty fancy, but she's in critical condition because you stabbed her 18 times. Oh, that's perfect. I'll take hers. I suppose everyone in your village has a fully furnished luxury apartment? Actually, yes, with central AC and panther fur recliners. Wait, really? I remember waking up in my masterwork golden bed, sunlight streaming through the curtains, a fine burgundy carpet at my feet. I'd start the day with a lavish meal while admiring an abstract sculpture of myself from that one time that I defeated a rapid squirrel. Then I'd drink the day away with our homebrewed beer, play some pool with the guys. Y'all don't do that here? I work mostly. It's real sad, man. It's bumming me out like real bad, like worse than this room is. Well, I'm just the guy who knows how to mine and build and chewed and also farm and cook. You're clearly the backbone of this community. You deserve far more than an empty room and a normal quality wooden cot. Tell you what, let me join you guys. I'll make this house a home. Well, if your place is so perfect, why'd you end up here? Oh, we got robbed, like real hard. Yeah, I had a whole mental breakdown, got naked, started stabbing people, so they banished me. We're probably going to use you for organ transplants. That makes sense. Thanks for watching this video. If you liked it, hit the like button. And if you want to see more, subscribe and then hit the notification bell so that you actually get notified, even though you already subscribed. I'm Trapped in a definitely real empty room. Be sure to share it with your friends.