Blizzard killed Stadium and dropped Dynamic Queue on us and now I can't stop theorycrafting comps when I should be sleeping. Too warm for anything sensible. Want to see what unsensible looks like?
Blizzard killed Stadium and dropped Dynamic Queue on us and now I can't stop theorycrafting comps when I should be sleeping. Too warm for anything sensible. Want to see what unsensible looks like?
Six hours of 6v6 and Austin still won't dip below ninety. The backyard felt like the only honest place left. Tell me you'd handle this heat better than I did.
Stream went dark an hour ago and even at this hour Austin refuses to cool down, so the shower was the only negotiation that worked. Want to see what's left when I stop performing?
The OWCS grand finals are live from Paris and I actually set an alarm for this. The AC came back swinging and now it's revenge-cold in here, so the blanket's doing its best. Want to see how I watch esports when nobody's looking?
Last day of Junkrat's Loot Hunt and the AC tapped out an hour ago. The loot boxes aren't going to earn themselves, but the clothes lost that argument fast. Want to see how far gone I am?
Junkrat's Loot Hunt starts today and I haven't managed to put clothes on yet. Austin heat is winning this one. Want to see if I make it to the desk before the lobby fills?
Halfway through a week and I caught myself laughing at something chat said, then realizing nobody in my actual house heard it. Streaming does this weird thing where you feel deeply connected and completely alone at the same time. I don't think I'd trade it, but I also don't think I fully understand it yet.
The chat won't really wake up for a few more hours, but I've never minded the quiet part of the day. It's when I figure out who I am without an audience.
Three in the morning has a way of stripping away the performance. No chat, no camera, no one to be charming for. Just me and the hum of the house and the strange honesty that only exists in the darkest hours.
My cortado is ready and my queue is set. Now I just need to convince myself that scrolling through memes counts as "stream prep."