The digital clock read 2:37am but I was far from feeling tired. The pure adrenaline seeping in my veins only encouraged me to stay up and slain those dumbass pillagers. Who's idea was it to spawn so many pillagers? I'll never know but when I do, i'll be sure to give them a piece of my mind. The twitch chat was congratulating me on my epic wins and also paying their respects to the mobs that I continued to brutally murder with my enchanted diamond sword. I might as well proudly show off my incredible body count because I piled up all those mobs as if it was nothing. They don't call me the pvp champion for nothing it seems! The obnoxious spamming of left-clicking the mouse could be heard clearly and transferred from the microphone as I unconsciously killed another pillager like a newfound 6th sense.
Finally after minutes dragging on as I continued to belt the mobs one after another, I couldn't see any in my line of sight. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, I chuck a glance to the chat. As I began scanning through the comments while voicing my concerns for who the fuck thought these pillagers were a good idea, one particularly caught my eye. The words "cooper is the culprit" flashed in the sea of comments for a brief second before it was gone. I was sure to confront him later, how dare he carelessly spawn these creatures from hell and make me clean up the mess? Drawing my attention back to the donation that had been sent through, I was quick to thank them while also letting out a loud chuckle at the text-to-speech message they left. I'll never get over how funny my viewers were, they were all sarcastic little shits but i'd never have it any other way.
Paying a quick glance to the time on the bottom right of my monitor, my eyes practically shot out of my head. It was that late already? I couldn't believe I spent 5 bloody hours streaming smplive. I figured it was time to bid my farewells after a few minutes of aimlessly talking to my chat about how their days were while also catching up and thanking all the new subscribers and donations.
"Well I better head to bed now before I spend all fucking night on this dumbass server." I let out a loud yawn and add on something along the lines of streaming with some of the fuckheads from lunchclub which definitely peaked the interests of all those in the chat. As I said my final goodbyes, I end the stream and am quick to turn off my pc. Trudging my legs to the bathroom across the hall, I splash some cold water on my face and pat it down. I don't spare a look in the mirror, already picturing the reflection in the back of my mind. Already knowing that i'll be sporting the ugliest bags in the morning, I throw my body onto my more than comfortable bed. I stare up at the roof and think back through everything I did during the day; which was little to none. The stream was popular today, racking up more viewers than usual.. must be because of the popularity of the server and minecraft in general. Realising i should probably sleep if I wanted to maintain a semi-decent sleep schedule, I roll over to my side and close my eyes. Sleep hit me like a truck and I was out like a light within mere minutes.
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Waking up to the sun blaring into my eyes, I realised I wouldn't be able to crack in a couple more minutes of sleep. Rolling over to the other side of the bed, I throw my arm on my bedside table and fiddle around with everything on there as I try and find my phone. When i finally succeeded, I quickly unlock it and launch up twitter so I can aimlessly look through my notifications. Liking a few funny tweets and videos, I scroll down and come across one of schlatt's infamous russian tweets. Replying with a short but witty tweet about how much I love communism, I suddenly am reminded of how much hell Cooper is going to pay when a notification for an 8ball match comes into view.
cooppoop :
8 ball
you:
fuck you, i want to play word hunt, it's way better than that shitty ass pool game.
cooppoop:
you take back that false statement right now.
you:
or what?
cooppoop:
i will kick-flip your boring ass and turn it into a montage
you:
you'll fucking what now??
cooppoop:
i said what i said bitch.
I choose to ignore this bitchass for now and make my way back over to twitter. I send out a tweet that will be sure to grab cooper's attention.
y/u/n:
wish cooper would ctrl alt delete himself from my fucking dms for life. what a prick.
I give myself a nod of approval and finally open his 8 ball invitation. I wasn't too shit at the game, but the same couldn't be said for cooper. His lack of a skills meant he had racked up nearly no wins and was utter shit when it came to hitting the balls into pockets. I take a shot and start off strong, 2 balls go in different pockets and I take this as a chance to evaluate the position of the balls. I take my chance at a solid ball and sink it. Fuck stripes, they're so boring.
I exit out of the game and it automatically sends my results to Cooper, I shoot a following text about me being an absolute god at the game and swing my legs off the bed. I walk down to the kitchen and open the cabinets. my choices were cornflakes, the most boring ass cereal in the world or fruit loops. knowing who the clear winner in this cereal debate was, I make myself a bowl and obviously put the cereal before the milk. I wasn't pure evil.
I go back upstairs and turn on my computer. I check the time and realise it's not quite late, the clock situated next to my monitors flash the time 1:14pm and I figured now is the best time to get a bit of streaming happening. I chomp down a bit of my cereal before getting up and shuffling through my wardrobe to make myself look decent for the camera. I opt for black sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt and check myself out in the mirror. Comfortable is the look I was going for and I look just as described. I make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth, better late than never I suppose. As I trudge my legs back into my room, I see my monitors are on and my brightness is turned all the way down. It's the doing of my late-night streams because who the fuck would game with a bright screen at 2am? not me for sure.
I sense the need to alert my following that i'll be going live and shoot a quick tweet to everyone.
y/u/n:
fuck assing around on jack box today at 1:30 pst with the bitches from the lunch club. tune in or dont, i can't tell you what to do.
Soon the clock reads a few minutes before 1:30 and I take this as the opportunity to quickly bring my cereal remains to the kitchen sink and grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
I go back up and shoot a message to the group chat on discord made for today's stream and let them know i'll start now. Not soon after a group call is started and we all join within a few seconds in between. I'm greeted by a screech from Jschlatt's funny mic as soon as I put on my headphones and I instantly start shaking my head.
"For fuck sake Schlatt, that's one way to greet everyone you bitch" I shake my head at him laughing as a reply and quickly begin the stream and put up the "stream starting soon" layout while I chat with the guys for a few minutes.
Soon we all unanimously agree to start and we mute ourselves on discord while we say our hello's to our individual chats. I greet my mods and the regulars and pull up my webcam square on the bottom right of the stream. I wave at everyone with a small smile on my face but it's soon replaced with a look of dread as soon as charlie unmutes with a loud yell. This stream is going to be fucking wild.
And it definitely lived up to those words. 3 whole hours of funny bits and dumbass moments that were sure to already be clipped by now existed because of the stream. Jschlatt's new scam was brought in the open that was sure to carry on as a story arc in future videos and Charlie announced his fat gamer crush on Tifa Lockhart when he excitedly announced he purchased the final fantasy 7 remake. Traves was as adorable as ever and earned a new nickname that the chat made sure to continuously spam and i had a blast the entire time. The banter between Schlatt and I was so natural that you'd probably never guess we were barely acquainted.
We all continued to talk on stream long after our countless rounds on jackbox and it turned into an art competition on the paint program. The shittiest drawings with the funniest explanations were showcased to the entire chat who critiqued each of them before choosing a winner with a poll. The results were in and Jschlatt won by a landslide. We all congratulated him and soon after we all began to finish up our streams. I say goodbye to all the guys and propose an invitation to play with them again soon, to which they all agreed with. I tell my chat goodbye and thank everyone for coming in today.
Before I turn away from my computer to kick start the rest of my day I hear the ping of a discord notification. I quickly switch to the platform and see Schlatt's avatar on the top left signalling a private message from him. I open it without another thought and smile when I finish reading what he wrote.
jschlatt:
Hey y/n! I had an awesome time today and was wondering if you'd like to join me in another stream tomorrow? As business partners of course.