My life as a youtuber

by BurritoJoe

Chris has had a hard life, being orphaned at 1 month old, but he has found home in YouTube. He recently achieved ten million subscribers and was invited to do a panel at E3 to talk about his favorite game. Battlefield. But when his freinds start acting strange, he sets out to find why. This story has nothing to do with the sims, I just picked it because in sims you can do anything.

11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

(Ian's pov)

We hoped in a taxi, and drove to the convention center. We had to get there a hour early to avoid crowds. We then had to go In a secret door in the back, and tell the guy there a secret password that was emailed to us. As we walked in, we saw a lot of people getting ready, and a lot of youtubers, pro gamers, and some people who looked like secret service agents. We found Muselk, who was helping Jeff Kaplan announce a update to Overwatch, and we saw Markiplier, who was there because, well, HE'S FUCKING MARKIPLIER! We were all asked to get into a area to take a photo, and it turned out pretty good. I walked up to one of the guys in tuxedos, and asked who was the manager. He pointed to a guy with a blue Tuxedo. We walked over there, and I got his attention.

"Hey, um, excuse me? My name Is Ian from Ian and Isaac studios, and I was wondering why my brother, Isaac, was banned." I asked

"He isn't banned, he was just banned that year, and oh wait I just ruined this. Fuck." He said face palming.

"What are you talking about?" Chris asked. The guy ran off into the staff only room, and I was confused beyond belief. Was Isaac liking to me? I mean I didn't. Really care, but still, as his brother, that hurts. We walked towards the area where they were doing the Fortnight world Championship. I found the booth where we were playing, and they even had our names on the door. I walked in, and it was covered in Sound proof insulation. I booted up the PC, and opened Fortnight. It was a Alienware computer, using a red dragon mouse, and Razer keyboard. I played a couple of warm up games, then the convention opened. Mountains of people came pouring in, and I figured I had to get out. I walked out of the Booth, and walked to where all the you tubers are supposed to hangout. I sat in the front. And pulled out a Sharpie. A couple of people wanted signatures on their phone cases from all of us, others wanted sign hats, others, shorts, shirts,sweatshirts, and 2 or 3 people wanted me to sign their sunglasses. There was one guy was finding all the youtubers to get them to sign a poster, and then keep the poster as a piece of E3 2018 History. We'll gladly signed it, and had fun chatting with fans Until the Intercom came on.

"Attention all participants, we hope you are having lots of fun. If you are participating in the Fortnight Battle royale world Championship, the please go to your booth. I waved bye to our fans, and hustled into the booth. I opened up Fortnight, and let the event workers add us to the game.

"THE GAMES WILL START IN 5 MINUTES!" Said some guy with a microphone. "People and teams from all around the world, here to decide which us the best squad in the world? And we're stating in. 5...4...3...2...1...0!" The crowd blared. The game set us on the battle us, and we were talking Immediately.

"Are we going to Salty Springs?" Asked Sam.

"Yeah, there a crap ton of hidden chests there." Replied Chris. As we all landed in a house. The kill feed exploded instantly. Only 75 people left. We tore apart a house looking for weapons, and bandages. I grabbed a double pump action shotgun, and gunned down 3 people. We ranked bed to there corpses, and grabbed there weapons. I picked up a golden(Legendary) Scar(Assault rifle) and started to pick up some bandages. Hannah built a wall around us as we split ammo, and equipped shields. We tore down the wall,and ran towards the next circle. 50 more people. I thought. I killed 2 more people, and looted whatever I needed. 5 kills, Im Doing good. We found a massive fight, and picked off 3 squads. As I killed my eighth person, someone in the booth next to us started pounding his keyboard, but for once I didn't laugh. I needed complete concentration. I picked of several more guys. 30 KILLS? THAT HAS TO BE A RECORD! I thought. 20 people left. This game is happening so fast! I thought as I saw Sam get shot. I hurried over and revived him. I handed him a sheild and med kit. 10 more people! We can do this. Suddenly, someone launched a snowball into our little fort, and killed Hannah, Sam and Chris. The person shot another one, killing them off completely, but not even touching me.

"SHIT!" I yelled angry. I jumped up, and shot the man who killed my team mates. 5 people left. I CAN DO THIS. I pulled out the guys sniper, and killed someone. 4 more people to kill. 32 kills. 2 other people shot each other, and it was just me and one other guy. Be launched a rocket at my fort, launching me far from it. 5 health left. I was spinning so fast I got dizzy. I grabbed the mouse for support, and everyone started Cheering. I landed, and saw the words I wanted to see. 1# Victory royale. "What just happened?" I asked still a little dizzy.

"WHAT JUST HAPPENED? WHAT JUST HAPPENED! YOU JUST 360 NO SCOPED US THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!" Sam yelled with excitement. I looked out the booth. Everyone was Cheering. I minimized Fortnight, and quickly went on twitch. The broadcast was a minute behind real life. I watched as my character got blown off a wooden fort, and was spiraling Until he randomly shot, and hit the last guy. The chat feed went absolutely crazy. I quit out of Twitch, and opened Fortnight backup. We walked out the booth with smiles on our faces. We walked up to the main podium We're the Menager started talking into a mic. Hey handed me the trophy and I raised it in the air. It's gonna be so cool to have this in our house