The life of a YouTuber is a harsh, unrelenting, and lonely occupation, much like the Australian Outback. In a warped twist of events, the Australian continent would host some of the most ego-inflated personalities to ever grace the Overwatch play-scape. This is the story of how some of those insufferable entities overcame their greatest trial.
One day, a young man known as Elliott (better known as Muselk) awoke with a feeling of glorious self-worth in his bosom. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the views were pouring in. Life couldn't get much better. Elliott thought he should take the opportunity to become a better version of himself. It would be hard, but he would try, nonetheless.
Today, I'm going to take responsibility and not be a disappointment to my parents! Elliott thought, I'll start by checking my emails.
Elliott stretched as he got out of bed. One of the most advantageous aspects of YouTube life is that your workplace, dining place, resting place, and toilet are all within a hop, skip, and a jump of one another. Not only is it convenient, but it makes multi-tasking quite easy! Fancy a bite to eat while you're on the pooper? No problem! Want to take a power nap while your video renders? Easy! Although there were plenty of luxuries the YouTube life bestowed, there also was a heavy price. As any internet based medium, YouTubers have to be wary of the bizarre and hazardous entities of the inter-webs. A stranger could hack your personal accounts at any moment, and given the visibility of YouTuber accounts, they were prime targets. Elliott, head-strong as he was, couldn't be fazed my these petty haters.
Elliott switched on his PC. Alright, it's time to see the new sexy Junkrat spots! he thought. With a few quick clicks and some mashing of the keyboard, Elliott was logged in. He began reading. Most of the emails were the usual fluff: people's successful implementations of sexy Junkrat, Torbjörn altars, haters with bad grammar saying things like, "lol ur gey". One email however, called attention to itself.
What's this? Elliott thought.
The title read, "New Secret Overwatch map?" Elliott instinctively clicked. The email read,
Dear Muselk,
After datamining the latest Overwatch ptr patch, I've found something rather interesting. Using a modded version of Overwatch, I can access the attached file and it appears to be a new map in the works. There is some interesting geometry to say the least. Check it out and let me know what you think. Could this be a battlefield from the Omnic crisis? Also I've sent this file to other Tubers so have fun!
-H
Elliott was intrigued. A new map? That would make a great video, he thought, but I probably shouldn't be downloading strange files from the internet. He chuckled. Almost had me there.
He glanced over the email once more. Then a tiny voice popped into the back of his head. Wait… he sent this to other YouTubers? They're probably already making videos of this new map, aren't they? That's right Elliott, imagine it now, another YouTuber getting a world first look before you…
He could almost hear the gut wrenching line now.
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Ladies and Gentlemen!
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
Oh, there's no way that's happening! Muselk thought, and he clicked the download button.
Suddenly, Elliott's computer was having a spaz attack. Pop-ups appeared everywhere and all the monitor settings were going out of whack. Oh no. What have I done? thought Elliott, Better shut off the power before any real damage occurs.
Elliott crawled under his desk and looked for the bright red light of the power strip. He reached out his hand. Sorry PC, but this is for your own good. He touched the power junction and an arc of electricity sent him sprawling backwards. As his fingers screamed in pain, he bumped his head on his desk and came tumbling out from underneath the PC in a heap. Elliott cradled his injured hand as he rocked on the floor. Then, he heard it. A tiny, frail, almost innocent voice tickling the back of his skull.
"Hello Elly-chan."