Bluudude had been trying to stream Pressure. He was supposed to clean his room, but he hadn't bothered to. The clock behind him now read '1:26 AM'.

He had been playing for hours and was continuously dying, round after round to try to get to the final section. From not getting into a locker soon enough, failing Abomination's section, to even Sebastian killing him. His chat had convinced him that Sebastian couldn't kill him, no matter how many times he had flashed him. Bluudude was growing increasingly frustrated, cursing out whichever character had killed him.

"Damnit!"

He yelled when he was killed by a Wall Dweller.

"That's not fair! How the fuck am I meant to hear it when I'm walking too?!"

He slammed his first against his desk, making the items bounce. Bluudude glanced at chat, pausing when he read some of the comments.

"L bozo" "Bro can't even beat a door game 💀" "Get gud" "Hop off the game bro and go back to Legos."

"Shut up! This game is just rigged!"

Bluudude yelled, growing more agitated with the constant comments making fun of him. They're egging him on, trying to get him to rage for clips. And he's taking the bait, growing louder and louder.