Vanossgaming Crew One Shots and What Nots

A Masked Hero

*Note: This Chapter is a true account of an event which happened several months ago*

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I stared at the screen in front of me. The words had been typed out easily enough, but the hard part was clicking the confirm payment button at the bottom. Was I truly considering telling the entire community this note? What if it somehow didn't get through and he would never know of his impact? Several more questions ran through my brain at a hundred miles an hour, and it took all I had not to cave under their torment.

I was broken from my inner battle when I heard him start talking during the game again. My eyes turned back to my phone where Twitch was pulled up with a stream of Dead by Daylight was playing. Currently, the one I was watching was posing as a killer hunting down a few survivors. He was taunting them and toying with them in his own, personal, and almost trademark style.

Hearing him speak brought back the memories of why I was not only donating to him but also leaving a note for him. Once I hit the confirm payment button, it would be out there for him to see, but I wasn't sure if I wanted his entire community to know. With a sudden epiphany, I type "Private" at the beginning of the note. After I fixed my message and reread over it, I quickly clicked the button before I second guess myself.

Now, all I had to do was wait. I was sure other people were in queue to be acknowledged next as people had been donating, subscribing, and leaving notes since the beginning of his stream. It might take awhile for mine to be read, but I was willing to wait all night if had to. I wanted to hear him read it so I could know that it reached him.

As I continued to watch his stream, I was brought back once more to my reason for donating so much to him and sending the note tonight. Not too long ago, I had received a tearful phone call from my closest friend. She was ready to end it all for reasons unknown to me. I had been shocked, but I instantly jumped into thinking of ways to hopefully convince her to not take her life.

In the middle of our call, she asked me who was with me in the room as she could hear them talking, and that she liked their voice. I admittedly was confused as no one was with me, but after a quick look, I realized she heard the voice of the guy I had watching on YouTube. With the abruptness of her call, I had forgotten to pause his video.

Jumping at a chance for more time to try convincing her, I told her. I said I was watching a guy called Ohmwrecker on YouTube. I told her what I knew about his channel, and why I enjoyed watching him. She listened and commented every now and then, and before I knew it, she had calmed significantly. Eventually, she told me that she was sorry, and she had been completely overwhelmed with everything that had happened to and with her recently that she thought taking her life was the only option.

The next day I took the three hour drive to her place where we both were a mess of tears, hugs, and apologies. I was immensely grateful for having more time with my friend, and she was grateful for being brought to her senses. I stayed with her for a few days so we could heal from what had happened.

I had told Ohm in the space I had what he had helped me accomplish, and how grateful I was for his indirect influence. Tears still came to my eyes as I though about what might have happened if she hadn't heard him over the phone. I don't know if I would've been able to convince her to not take her life. His assistance that night would be something I would be forever grateful.

As time move on, I became more involved and attentive to watching his stream of Dead by Daylight. He was entertaining, and he often left me in stitches at some of his antics. His streams usually lasted six to seven hours depending on the game, any issues that may arise, and how he was feeling in the night of the stream. That being said I could be in for a long but entertaining night ahead me.

"Oh my goodness! Hold on for a minute guys. Thank to the person who donated $170, my goodness. And to that person, thank you for sharing that. I don't want to reveal anything as it's a private note, but thank you. My goodness."

My eyes filled with tears, and I felt immense relief at hearing him acknowledge my note. I was glad to have the idea to make the note private as it had been meant for his eyes only. I was simply glad that he now knew the impact he had and just how grateful I was to him.

*This Chapter is dedicated to my dear and close friend, who tragically passed a couple months after the events of this chapter took place. She is forever in my heart. I still am immensely grateful for Ohm and what he has been able to help impact; and, I still support him the best I can*