Chapter 2 #2
“To answer your question, this is my smurf account.” A smurf account is a secondary account gamers use when they’re trying to play against people of lower rank than their main account.
This way, I’m not forced into ranked games and can play more casually.
It also makes it harder for viewers to crash into the same game as me because they all know my main account name.
“I needed one last win before I could end stream. I figured this would be the easiest way.”
I watch as someone on our right misclicks a grenade and blows themself up. I stand my character up from its crouch, looking down at Rodney.
“I guess this is it. I kept you safe through the whole game.”
“I have a lot of things to say about this experience but I’ll wait until I’m muted this time.”
That blush is back and I hide my face behind my hands for a moment, completely ignoring chat because I just know they’re saying all sorts of teasing shit. I focus back on the game.
“We could have an old western standoff,” Rodney proposes.
“It was nice meeting you, Rodney,” I say before shooting him and winning the game. I turn to the camera with a chuckle, hitting the buttons to make my character start dancing over Rodney’s body on the win screen.
SnowsOffspring(vip): That was HILARIOUS
JumpingNinja: GG!
CJforMayor(mod): I have literal tears in my eyes! That ending!
SnowboardKid(vip): GG Snow!
BedheadRooster: I like your style Snow :)
“Thanks, everyone. Thank you everyone for the follows, the new subs, and the donations today. It was really fun hanging out with you all,” I say to chat, bringing my ‘ending stream’ screen up.
My face is still there, in the corner for everyone to see.
I can’t stop grinning and I know Calloway is going to have a lot to say once I end stream but that’s okay.
I take a few minutes to thank my most recent donos.
I don’t always have the time to read them during the stream but I always make sure to check them out off stream if it ever becomes too much.
I really do love and appreciate my supporters.
They make it possible to have this as my job full-time.
I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them.
“Just a reminder, I’m taking the weekend off but I’ll be back on Monday at the usual time!
Thank you again for being here. I think we’re gonna keep the battle royale vibes going by raiding Rodney.
Everyone be extra nice to him and don’t tease him too much, okay?
If you’re a subscriber, you can use our raiding emoji over in his chat. ”
Subscribers of the channel can use our channel emojis all over the platform. Our raid emoji is just a little snowman holding up a sign that says ‘Snow Raid’. I punch in the information needed to raid Rodney.
As soon as I end stream, I pull up a new tab. I type in RodKneeonComs. Once I get through the ads, I finally get to see who this man actually is. Or rather, I get to see his face thanks to his face cam.
Oh.
Okay.
Rodney is apparently very hot. He’s got the prettiest silver hair I’ve ever seen which is longer and pulled back on the top and cut shorter on the sides. His eyes are also silver which are wide as my raid makes themselves known in the chat. His jaw is hard with a dusting of beard across it.
Behind him, his streaming room is cozy. There’s a couple posters hung up behind a bed that sits sideways, stretching across the room behind him.
One of the posters has a little trans pride flag on it and I can’t help the way my chest warms. Could Rodney be trans like me? That would be really fucking cool!
“Holy crackers and cheese! What the hellie skelly? Chat? Are you good?”
I chuckle to myself, hitting the follow button. Then, without giving it much thought, I quickly subscribe to his channel, paying the subscription fee with a grin.
Just then, a notification flashes across Rodney’s screen, letting him know that I raided him with my twelve thousand viewers.
“No freaking way,” Rodney says, looking into the camera. “Snow, you gotta stop man! You’ve gotta stop. My heart can only take so much! Do you want me to absolutely lose it on stream? Is this type of thing funny for you?”
The notification for my subscription pops up and I watch as his face somehow gets even redder.
“Snow! Stop it! Stop it right now before I find you and tickle you!”
I quickly type ‘wtf’ into the chat, making him and his mods laugh. They warn me that it’s best if I leave now before I get in too deep.
“Sorry, sorry. Tickling is how I threaten chat. I’ll think of something better for you. Thanks for the raid and thanks for the sub. Welcome to the Rodney club. I hope you enjoy your stay.”
I type in chat that I hope he has a good rest of his stream and I’m heading out. He tells me that people aren’t usually allowed to leave his stream but he’ll make an exception for me. He waves me goodbye before he’s jumping into a new battle royale match.
I close the window and shut down my computer. I sit back in my chair, breathing out slowly.
“What the fuck was that?” I whisper to myself before the door of my streaming room bursts open. My son stares at me with wide eyes, his chest heaving from running across the house. I’m worried for only a second before he bursts out laughing.
“What the hell was that?”