TWITCH ; jschlatt [discontinued]

chapter one ;

The digital clock read 2:37am but I was far from feeling tired. The pure adrenaline seeping in my veins only encouraged me to stay up and slain those dumbass pillagers. Who's idea was it to spawn so many pillagers? I'll never know but when I do, i'll be sure to give them a piece of my mind. The twitch chat was congratulating me on my epic wins and also paying their respects to the mobs that I continued to brutally murder with my enchanted diamond sword. I might as well proudly show off my incredible body count because I piled up all those mobs as if it was nothing. They don't call me the pvp champion for nothing it seems! The obnoxious spamming of left-clicking the mouse could be heard clearly and transferred from the microphone as I unconsciously killed another pillager like a newfound 6th sense.

Finally after minutes dragging on as I continued to belt the mobs one after another, I couldn't see any in my line of sight. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, I chuck a glance to the chat. As I began scanning through the comments while voicing my concerns for who the fuck thought these pillagers were a good idea, one particularly caught my eye. The words "cooper is the culprit" flashed in the sea of comments for a brief second before it was gone. I was sure to confront him later, how dare he carelessly spawn these creatures from hell and make me clean up the mess? Drawing my attention back to the donation that had been sent through, I was quick to thank them while also letting out a loud chuckle at the text-to-speech message they left. I'll never get over how funny my viewers were, they were all sarcastic little shits but i'd never have it any other way.

Paying a quick glance to the time on the bottom right of my monitor, my eyes practically shot out of my head. It was that late already? I couldn't believe I spent 5 bloody hours streaming smplive. I figured it was time to bid my farewells after a few minutes of aimlessly talking to my chat about how their days were while also catching up and thanking all the new subscribers and donations.

"Well I better head to bed now before I spend all fucking night on this dumbass server." I let out a loud yawn and add on something along the lines of streaming with some of the fuckheads from lunchclub which definitely peaked the interests of all those in the chat. As I said my final goodbyes, I end the stream and am quick to turn off my pc. Trudging my legs to the bathroom across the hall, I splash some cold water on my face and pat it down. I don't spare a look in the mirror, already picturing the reflection in the back of my mind. Already knowing that i'll be sporting the ugliest bags in the morning, I throw my body onto my more than comfortable bed. I stare up at the roof and think back through everything I did during the day; which was little to none. The stream was popular today, racking up more viewers than usual.. must be because of the popularity of the server and minecraft in general. Realising i should probably sleep if I wanted to maintain a semi-decent sleep schedule, I roll over to my side and close my eyes. Sleep hit me like a truck and I was out like a light within mere minutes.

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Waking up to the sun blaring into my eyes, I realised I wouldn't be able to crack in a couple more minutes of sleep. Rolling over to the other side of the bed, I throw my arm on my bedside table and fiddle around with everything on there as I try and find my phone. When i finally succeeded, I quickly unlock it and launch up twitter so I can aimlessly look through my notifications. Liking a few funny tweets and videos, I scroll down and come across one of schlatt's infamous russian tweets. Replying with a short but witty tweet about how much I love communism, I suddenly am reminded of how much hell Cooper is going to pay when a notification for an 8ball match comes into view.

cooppoop :
8 ball

you:
fuck you, i want to play word hunt, it's way better than that shitty ass pool game.