Gemotions

The new paint job was a putrid beige, the kind that reminded Liam of hospital walls. He smirked. He had a plan. He started small, replacing all the lightbulbs in the common areas with ones of ridiculously low wattage. Then, he began leaving scathing, anonymous reviews online, highlighting all the building's perceived flaws, both real and imagined. He made sure to mention the constant noise from the renovations, which he deliberately made louder by stomping on his floor at all hours.