I snarled, my eyes flashing into the camera, my fangs reflecting the harsh ring light.
TeaBagTitan:Oh, here come the claws.
GlitchWarden:Don’t listen to him, keep going.
OopsIDiedAgain:Yeah. He mad he can’t put his thang between your…
I sighed and shook my head. I immediately returned to the game, and everyone else faded from my memory. There was another flash, this time to my left, and red. It wasn't the usual blue.
My computer controlled the lights, so my entire room would light up, and it felt like I was in the middle of a war zone.
The red light lit up the room again, but there was no hit on the screen.
I put my character on autopilot and turned around. The blasts of magic and the clang of swords still echoed in my headset. Even then, the chat kept pinging.
The slow blinking red light was still going, and I thought back to when I actually had a red light.
Red didn’t match my aesthetics. Black, purple, green, maybe blue or some other cool color, but red?
The pings on the computer flooded in, and the battle cry of the game ending came up on the computer. I turned back to see that my character had made it without me.
TeaBagTitan:Remind me not to play this game. If Kassassin can play it without looking at the screen, it must be too easy.
I scoffed. “No, if you have the right tools, such as the Compass of Divine Light, you can make it on your own.” The chat pinged off again, defending me. My subs always did; they were devoted. Either to the game, or my boobaly boobs bouncing, or the commentary; we would never really know.
TeaBagTitan: Whatever you say, KassieNova. I know the real reason you have subs. And it isn’t because of talent…
The gasp I gusped!
“How freaking dare you come on my channel and type that!” I crossed my arms under my chest. “Do you hear what he said, everyone?”
The chat flooded in. Some agreed with him, but said they would still pay me no matter what.
Um, thanks?
Others said I had talent, an outstanding personality and was a real entertainer, which was what these channels were about. Not just games, but making people smile.
“You know what?” I held my hand up. “Why don’t we have a game later? You and me. Winner takes all the sub-money.”
And if TeaBag’s subs came to watch, it would be a payday for me.
There was silence on the other side. Subs were jeering and calling him a coward.
I<3GothChiks:Like I said all along, wanna-be-surfer-boy-small-dick syndrome.
Gods, I loved them.
TeaBagTitan:Alright, KassieNova. Saturday night, 9 p.m. Game of my choosing. Be there.
TeaBagTitan has left the chat.
I squealed and clapped my hands. While I was a pretty good gamer, TeaBagTitan was ranked significantly higher than me. People liked to watch him play—shirtless—and he was charismatic. This would be a chance to get new subs if people liked me.
Definitely needed to make sure my titties were boobily bouncing for Saturday!
Again, the red light blinked; I whipped my head around and saw nothing.
I needed to figure out what that was.
