Streaming On SMPLIVE

THE Diamonds

       "Oh fuck." I said blankly, staring into the void of my once-full loot chest.

       "Missing anything?" Schlatt's avatar crept up behind me.

       "The fact that you're alive makes my blood boil." I changed my pitch to one gravely and angry.

        "The fact that your riches existed in the world as we know it is a sin." He was pulling all the theatrics.

        "I request a trial." I was trying to match his intensity.

        "I honor your request, fucker."

        I burst out laughing at the same time as a previously silent Cooper and Travis. It'd been a long day, and my stream was nearing eight hours. I'd been bouncing between voice chats like a lubed walnut fired into a trampoline park, and had finally connected with the streamers that were the equivalent of "the kids you nod at as you pass them in the hall."

        "Listen- I have to go- it's like two am here." I chuckled, frazzling my hair.

        Cooper mocked my voice, "Oooo I'm Y/N I have to go and sleep! What a fucking lunatic."

        Travis let out his cheerful giggle, "Bed."

        "Exactly that Traves-boy." I leaned back into my chair, "Schlatt, make sure to have those diamonds you stole in my chest by tomorrow morning."

        "It's fucking three diamonds!" He complained back, avatar pulling up the item in his right hand.

        "It's fucking three diamonds that I want back dipshit." I hovered my cursor over the end stream button, "Catcha later alligator."

        The stream ended.

        I let out an audible groan and checked my phone to find I had the time wrong. It was not two in the morning, it was three-thirty.

       "Fuck." I said out loud, standing up from my gaming chair. Removing my headset and turning off my computer, I wobbled to the kitchen and poured a bowl of the finest Fruity Pebbles and milk.

       The milk was very expired.

       "Fuck!" I said with more urgency, rushing over to my sink to spit out the lumps of sour dairy. Mid running my mouth under the sink like a sideways drinking fountain, I decided that sleep might help.

        Pulling my head back, I checked my phone again. Cooper, Travis, Charlie, Schlatt, Connor, Sneeg, Grizzly, and Condi were streaming. The rest were responsible people with sleep schedules. I did not consider myself among them.

        Stumbling to my bathroom, I half-heartedly brushed my teeth and washed my face. Staring at myself in the mirror, I noted my eye bags and decided to focus more on that "sleeping" thing. I practically collapsed into bed, and held my illuminated phone an inch and a half away from my face. It was twitter time.

        I then proceeded to tweet out to my following of a million people, "if schlatt doesn't give me my fucking diamonds i start a war" and instantly fell asleep. A mistake. Not the sleeping part, the tweeting something in my final minutes of being awake.

        It'd been a good streaming day. Eight hours does give you a lot of donations, and that hundred dollar one in forth or fifth hour more than covered groceries. Not to mention meeting new people and talking with old ones. At the latter end of my train wreck stream I talked to the first people who I met on the SMP. Cooper, Travis, Schlatt, and Connor. Though Connor did leave earlier than me.

         A long day of swindling with Connor and business deals with the newbies I met had left me satisfied and Schlatt hungry for the swindles that Connor and I had shared. So my diamonds were on the chopping block. To be honest, it probably wasn't that big of a deal. Schlatt stole from anyone who had more than two pieces of woods, but these were THE diamonds. THE diamonds!

        Everyone with half a brain cell knew about THE diamonds. No one touched THE diamonds. No one with concern for their life even looked at THE diamonds. No one with a spark of justice in their heart messed with THE diamonds. Schlatt had none of the three.

        And if Schlatt wanted to take THE diamonds, he deserved punishment. And not some run-of-the-mile death by sword or bow or lava. He deserved severe punishment. But Schlatt wouldn't do that, he had a hint of common sense right? Part of me hoped not.

         If there was going to be a war, let there be a war.