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Danny’s stream chat was a lively one. Rampant calls for more frags and “get wrekt” competed with the latest twitter memes on a blur of scrolling letters. Occasionally, that blur would be decorated with a correctly spelled word or two.
But a hungry audience has hungry tastes. He’d run the last couple of games into the ground, so it was time to try something new. The game was already loaded up, the intro screen plastering pretty pixles onto the eyes of his stream’s viewers. Danny knew what was going to come up next: character creation. While “girl with giant gazongas” was always popular, he decided to go with something slightly different, and planned around that. He’d spent the past week playing the game off-stream to get an idea for what to expect, creating a set of polls to help guide his unruly chat into something coherent. Viewer participation was always a powerful tool for keeping streams engaging & entertaining for the audience, but free-wheeling it without some kind of tools becomes impractical when the croud is too large or too loud. Or both.
Once the intro screen finished its montage, he quickly pulled up the character creation menu and made the announcement to his audience:
“Alright, chat, it’s new-game night, and you know what that means: NEW CHARACTER!”
Chat exploded with the usual junk. “MORE BOBIES!” “Orc grl plz r gtfo” “lololol u mak btter grl” “Go thicc or go home”
He ignored the sea of gibberish with a grin. Well, I’ve got their attention.
Two more clicks, and his carefully planned polls were pulled up and ready to go. “Just give me a second to open a poll, and~~”
His polls vanished on the third click. “~~ hey, what?!” Glancing at the chat, he felt relieved for a fraction of a second upon seeing polls posted… but only that small fraction, since the next fraction of a second told him something odd.
“I didn’t start that poll! Who’s messing with my chat?!” Looking at the mods-only chatroom, they all gave the digital equivalent of a shrug. Looking back at the polls, his eyes poured acid into their nonsensical details.
“And what’s with these choices… what the hell’s a ‘Fluttershy,’ and why’s it leading?” Clearly, “the audience” knew something Danny did not…
Danny’s stream chat was a lively one. Rampant calls for more frags and “get wrekt” competed with the latest twitter memes on a blur of scrolling letters. Occasionally, that blur would be decorated with a correctly spelled word or two.
But a hungry audience has hungry tastes. He’d run the last couple of games into the ground, so it was time to try something new. The game was already loaded up, the intro screen plastering pretty pixles onto the eyes of his stream’s viewers. Danny knew what was going to come up next: character creation. While “girl with giant gazongas” was always popular, he decided to go with something slightly different, and planned around that. He’d spent the past week playing the game off-stream to get an idea for what to expect, creating a set of polls to help guide his unruly chat into something coherent. Viewer participation was always a powerful tool for keeping streams engaging & entertaining for the audience, but free-wheeling it without some kind of tools becomes impractical when the croud is too large or too loud. Or both.
Once the intro screen finished its montage, he quickly pulled up the character creation menu and made the announcement to his audience:
“Alright, chat, it’s new-game night, and you know what that means: NEW CHARACTER!”
Chat exploded with the usual junk. “MORE BOBIES!” “Orc grl plz r gtfo” “lololol u mak btter grl” “Go thicc or go home”
He ignored the sea of gibberish with a grin. Well, I’ve got their attention.
Two more clicks, and his carefully planned polls were pulled up and ready to go. “Just give me a second to open a poll, and~~”
His polls vanished on the third click. “~~ hey, what?!” Glancing at the chat, he felt relieved for a fraction of a second upon seeing polls posted… but only that small fraction, since the next fraction of a second told him something odd.
“I didn’t start that poll! Who’s messing with my chat?!” Looking at the mods-only chatroom, they all gave the digital equivalent of a shrug. Looking back at the polls, his eyes poured acid into their nonsensical details.
“And what’s with these choices… what the hell’s a ‘Fluttershy,’ and why’s it leading?” Clearly, “the audience” knew something Danny did not…
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