When my best friend and I got into a small disagreement, I didn't think all that much of it afterward. When he and I fought, it didn't really end in much besides us stepping away from each other for a few hours before reuniting as if nothing had previously taken place. I knew it meant we had a strong friendship. The argument we just had, however, was completely different from the small disagreements we usually had. Instead of it being about videogames of films, this one got a little personal.
Pretty much, I had deeply judged the guy because he wasn't a fan of my speedrun tournament. He swore that I had agreed to hang out with him just before going live with my greatest world record speedrun attempt yet, one I had been spending three weeks practicing for. Before we went our separate ways, instead of wishing me luck or doing our usually angred goodbyes, he snickered at me, saying "Good luck with your stream."
Before I could ask him what that was about, he left the room and refused to turn around when I called for him. Was he seriously planning on sabatoging my stream somehow?
***
Later on that day, I began my stream with my usual greeting. I interacted with some of the viewers and patiently waited for more and more people to join. It was enjoyable, seeing how everyone was doing, telling jokes to each other, giving me suggestions for future streams and tips for the speedrun, all of which I'd greatly appreciated.
After a pretty decent chunk of people joined in, I started up the game. Before I went in to start the timer, I went to my kitchen and grabbed my water bottle from the fridge in the kitchen. I hurried back, sat down, and started the timer, controller in hand.
The game booted up, leaving me feeling nervous and anxious, just as I am when I'm feeling the pressure of making sure every second counts. I got into speedrunning because I love the high you get when you apply so much pressure to yourself over a task that you must never make a false move, then completing the task doing better than you originally thought you'd do.
It had been roughly five minutes into the game, I had performed out of bounds tricks to skip cutscenes, clipped through walls using very precise tricks, and even successfully pulled off a glitch that allowed me to completely skip two back-to-back boss fights. I was doing far better and making great time. I might now be making world record pace quite yet, but I figured somewhere further on I might get lucky and get a massive time save.
When I made it to the point of the unskippable cutscene, I sat my controller down for a second to take a drink. Cold and refreshing water slid down my throat. It felt so good to finally clear my throat after all my talking during gameplay.
Not too long after drinking it I knew I'd made a mistake. I instantly felt like throwing up. I paused the game, stopped the timer, and ran to the bathroom to throw up. To my horror, when I looked in the toilet after vomiting, I saw nothing but dark blood. It continued to pour out of my mouth. I continued throwing up until I felt myself black out. My last thought was that my so-called "friend" had done this to me.
Pretty much, I had deeply judged the guy because he wasn't a fan of my speedrun tournament. He swore that I had agreed to hang out with him just before going live with my greatest world record speedrun attempt yet, one I had been spending three weeks practicing for. Before we went our separate ways, instead of wishing me luck or doing our usually angred goodbyes, he snickered at me, saying "Good luck with your stream."
Before I could ask him what that was about, he left the room and refused to turn around when I called for him. Was he seriously planning on sabatoging my stream somehow?
***
Later on that day, I began my stream with my usual greeting. I interacted with some of the viewers and patiently waited for more and more people to join. It was enjoyable, seeing how everyone was doing, telling jokes to each other, giving me suggestions for future streams and tips for the speedrun, all of which I'd greatly appreciated.
After a pretty decent chunk of people joined in, I started up the game. Before I went in to start the timer, I went to my kitchen and grabbed my water bottle from the fridge in the kitchen. I hurried back, sat down, and started the timer, controller in hand.
The game booted up, leaving me feeling nervous and anxious, just as I am when I'm feeling the pressure of making sure every second counts. I got into speedrunning because I love the high you get when you apply so much pressure to yourself over a task that you must never make a false move, then completing the task doing better than you originally thought you'd do.
It had been roughly five minutes into the game, I had performed out of bounds tricks to skip cutscenes, clipped through walls using very precise tricks, and even successfully pulled off a glitch that allowed me to completely skip two back-to-back boss fights. I was doing far better and making great time. I might now be making world record pace quite yet, but I figured somewhere further on I might get lucky and get a massive time save.
When I made it to the point of the unskippable cutscene, I sat my controller down for a second to take a drink. Cold and refreshing water slid down my throat. It felt so good to finally clear my throat after all my talking during gameplay.
Not too long after drinking it I knew I'd made a mistake. I instantly felt like throwing up. I paused the game, stopped the timer, and ran to the bathroom to throw up. To my horror, when I looked in the toilet after vomiting, I saw nothing but dark blood. It continued to pour out of my mouth. I continued throwing up until I felt myself black out. My last thought was that my so-called "friend" had done this to me.
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