Yogsmas - Yogscast (COMPLETED)

Day Six - "didn't know you were into that kind of roleplaying"

On the sixth day of Christmas, the Yogscast gave to me,

Traitors Always Win - Lewis Brindley(Xephos), Chris Trott(Trottimus), Alex Smith(Alsmiffy), Ross Hornby(djh3max), Duncan Jones(Lividcoffee), Joakim Hellstrand(Rythian)

It was almost a brand new tradition for you to join the rest of the Yogscast in their late night Gmod sessions, and even with the all those livestreams, the crew wouldn't let them stand in their way of winding down without the worriment of being recorded for the camera.

However, what hadn't been let slip, was that you, for tonight, were stuck as the only girl in the group. It almost reminded you of high school.

"So, hello, everyone, is everyone's Skype working, can we all hear each other properly before we start?" Lewis began, you heard the clicking of his mouse through your headphones as he filled through all the things he could to make it perfect. Even when not in videos, he was insistent on everyone hearing that best way they could.

"Um, everything's clear for me." "Same here." "Yep, no bad audio here." "I can hear as well as I can see!" "I hope that's well?" "Yes that's well." "Didn't you have laser eye surgery Trott?" "Shut up."

"So that's all good then." Lewis said over the giggles from the rest of the group, "oh my god it's the bowling range again, I swear we're always here."

"Wanna bowl?" you asked sheepishly, lifting up one of balls with your magneto stick and wave it in djh3max's face, causing him to laugh.

"Is that... is that a euphemism?" Smith asked jokingly running at the both of you with his crowbar whilst you all waiting to be given your teams.

"Not intentionally no." you laughed, dropping the ball uselessly down the lane, watching hopelessly as it stopped half-way down the lane causing Smith and Ross to laugh, "so wait, who else is playing?"

"Um, there's me, Hat Films, Duncan and Rythian." Lewis explained, as you watched the timer tick over 0:00 and your team was decided. All those names flashed through your mind, memories popping up and bouncing off of them, the fuzziness of Christmas burning through you. You were so glad Rythian was there as well, you only got to hear him through Skype thanks to the ocean in between you, but his voice alone brought that curious bubbly feeling as though someone had filled you up with foam.

"Boom I'm the detective, get out the way Rythian or I'm stabbing the end of my deagle right through you!" Duncan's voice cried tauntingly caused most of you to laugh.

"Jesus Christ," you couldn't help but hear Ross whisper like he always did underneath the haul of laughter.

"I'm with Ross and Py so if I die it's them," Smith said intensely, eyeing you both up with his weapon.

"Wait, Smithy, is that an AWP?" you asked him pointedly, giggling through his nervous stuttering.

"What? No, what on earth are you? No, why would you even say such a thing?!"

"Ross, let's kill him," you barked, firing mercilessly at Smith, watching anxiously as your own health bar sky-rocketed down wards, before...

You were brutally murdered by djh3max, they were a filthy traitor.

"Fuck," you whispered hotly, causing laughter to burst out amongst the boys.

"You alright there?.... wait? Py? Are you dead?..... shit she's dead." Lewis rambled, your screen flicking to his as you spectated, seeing that all this time he had been roaming in the traitor tester as though waiting for someone to hit the button.

"AH!" Rythian cried loudly, "oh wait it's Lewis."

"Charming," Lewis sniffed through his usual chuckling, "just screaming the second you see me."