Streaming was something I'd been wanting to do since I'd started making YouTube videos a few years back. The main kind of videos I made were news reports, where I'd read from a news article and talk about it for a few minutes. I loved the idea of my viewers receiving news from an unbiased source. It was difficult to make videos for a while when the pandemic hit and my views plummeted, leaving me without a platform for which to profit off of.
Eventually, I joined an app that allowed me to talk to new people. It was one of the only social media apps out there that was still new enough to not be overrun by boys flooding the the messages of every woman on the app with pictures of their unmentionables. It was nice to actually mingle online with people after many long months of very little social interaction.
On the app, I eventually ran into a woman about my age that shared the same interests in me as far is horror and videogames and world views. We had many late nights of in depth, soul searching discussions. Soon enough, she introduced me to the world that she lived in, the world of videogame livestreaming.
After following her on the site, I'd often find myself waiting, anticipating when the next stream would arrive so that I could go to it and watch to support her and the hard work she was putting out.
Somewhere down the line, a month or so into the friendship, she recommended I buy the game so that I could play it online with her sometime. I agreed to do so with her, as I had more than enough money to buy the game, as well as the machine to play it on.
I went to click on the link she sent me and went to purchase the game. The link she sent me was rather strange. The site didn't look like a site to buy games on, it didn't even look like it had been updated in the last decade or so, with on solid Times New Roman typeface, as well as the white screen and the poor formatting. I shrugged it off, there's no way she would actually send me a link to a sketchy website, right?
I bought the game, it was a whopping fifty-nine dollars.
Shortly after the purchase, I received a confirmation email. When I read it, my heart stopped. The email read, "Hitman has been contacted, your order is being processed." I quickly go to the email. There's no way this can be right, this has to be a joke.
I read the email through and through, to find that yes, a hitman was indeed coming to my house. I searched frantically for any way to cancel the order, but my heart sank when I heard a knock at the door. There's no way the hitman can already be here, right?
Eventually, I joined an app that allowed me to talk to new people. It was one of the only social media apps out there that was still new enough to not be overrun by boys flooding the the messages of every woman on the app with pictures of their unmentionables. It was nice to actually mingle online with people after many long months of very little social interaction.
On the app, I eventually ran into a woman about my age that shared the same interests in me as far is horror and videogames and world views. We had many late nights of in depth, soul searching discussions. Soon enough, she introduced me to the world that she lived in, the world of videogame livestreaming.
After following her on the site, I'd often find myself waiting, anticipating when the next stream would arrive so that I could go to it and watch to support her and the hard work she was putting out.
Somewhere down the line, a month or so into the friendship, she recommended I buy the game so that I could play it online with her sometime. I agreed to do so with her, as I had more than enough money to buy the game, as well as the machine to play it on.
I went to click on the link she sent me and went to purchase the game. The link she sent me was rather strange. The site didn't look like a site to buy games on, it didn't even look like it had been updated in the last decade or so, with on solid Times New Roman typeface, as well as the white screen and the poor formatting. I shrugged it off, there's no way she would actually send me a link to a sketchy website, right?
I bought the game, it was a whopping fifty-nine dollars.
Shortly after the purchase, I received a confirmation email. When I read it, my heart stopped. The email read, "Hitman has been contacted, your order is being processed." I quickly go to the email. There's no way this can be right, this has to be a joke.
I read the email through and through, to find that yes, a hitman was indeed coming to my house. I searched frantically for any way to cancel the order, but my heart sank when I heard a knock at the door. There's no way the hitman can already be here, right?
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