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Toi knew that his audience was more important than anything else in his life could be. He strove to be the best of the best, a champion among plebeians, a god among men. As such, he knew that he had a duty to drop everything for his 20 followers, which was really a lot when you thought about it. After all, he only had two friends, so that was a lot of people he didn’t know. And so, despite it being a Wednesday night at 10:30 pm, and despite the fact that he hadn’t done any of his homework, despite his brother’s instance that he at least do his math, he knew it was time to do another Minecraft twitch stream.
This was serious business.
Toi logged on, and started up a game. He wasn’t a coward, so he knew that it was time to play one of the big pvp servers.
“What’s up gamers it’s time to wreck some n00bs,” he said. “Today I’m going to be playing Minecraft.” His mic was of a crappy quality, incapable both of clearly picking up his own voice and not catching background noise, so his solution was to shout everything he said. As a result, seconds after this he could hear footsteps and loud knocking on his door.
“TOI YOU HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW GO TO BED,” his brother shouted from the other side of the door.
“I make my own rules!” Toi shouted back.
“You legitimately do not. As your guardian I am telling you that if you aren’t going to do your homework than you need to go to bed.”
“Alright, fine.” He heard his brother walk away from the door, then proceeded to whisper into the microphone.
“Ok so this stream is going to have to be silent until my loser brother goes to sleep which should be in an hour, so I’m just not going to talk for an hour,” he told his one viewer. So he began to play. He was fairly confident he was the best player on the server. Confident in the way every 13 year old is confident; falsely. Within minutes, he was killed by a player named Keeponly1luv.
“fRICK,” he yelled into the microphone, voice cracking, and then realized his mistake. Premiere Gynmopedie played in his head as he heard the sound of his brother racing downstairs. This was truly a tragic day, he thought, as he heard his brother unplug the wifi router.
“BED. NOW.” his brother shouted through the door.
Toi sighed. What an overreaction, he only streamed past midnight three times a week. It’s not like it was a regular distraction from his studies or anything. As he went to sleep, he thought to himself that he would just stream again tomorrow, this time with his only two friends, and that all would go well on Minecraft, not knowing yet that the destruction that had occurred had only yet began.
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And in an apartment above a police koban, far on the other side of Asakusa, a man left a Minecraft server, laughing to himself.
“Reo,” his husband called from the kitchen. “Please tell me you weren’t killing thirteen year-olds on Minecraft again.”
“Yeah Papa Reo, it’s kinda weird dish~” his teenage daughter called from the apartment’s main room.
“No Mabu, no Sara, I definitely wasn’t doing that. I don’t even know what a Minecraft is,” he said, logging out of his Minecraft account. Day one of his mission had been completed, but there was still so much left to go.