Anthony - Live Stream

Anthony sat on his parents' old sofa, laptop on his lap, starting the stream. The camera pointed from his waist up, hiding the tangle of cables and rusty tools scattered on the floor behind him . "Twelve viewers... "he said, glancing at the counter in the corner of the screen . "That's more than last time... "The chat conversation was moving slowly. He recognized some usernames, some users who were just reading without participating . "GoreWhore: This stream is dead." "Basedgooxle: How boring. "Anthony frowned . Tsk... it's not dead, it's just building tension. Anthony had to do something. Keep them engaged. Maintain their interest . He thought, what should he do? He probably wasn't in his armchair alone in a morbid basement *.

• He noticed there was a new message in the chat *.

GoreWhore: You should take requests.

• Anthony blinked *. "Requests? Seriously...?"

"Maybe it'll work..."

• The number of viewers dropped to twelve. *

• Anthony panicked, so he quickly said

"Alright, alright! Tonight I'll accept requests, I'll choose the winner..."