A/N: I don't own Hey Arnold. My second Hey Arnold story: Imagine streamers getting banned for violating community guidelines but it's set in Hillwood with HA characters. Plus, all characters in this story are 18 and up. Contains some violence, language, nudity and politically incorrect humor.

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Chapter 1: Eugene.

(Eugene's Room.)

Sitting in his room full of rainbows, unicorns and posters of Tiger King Joe Exotic, Eugene boots up his computer and starts his stream.

"Hey everyone it's me Eugene! When it comes to gaming, I know my win/loss ratio has been more of a loss ratio but don't you worry! Having just bought Battlefield 1 with some of my allowance, I should be able to win. I'm feeling lucky, so let the game begin!" Said a very optimistic Eugene, about to receive his digital Baptism by Fire.

Eugene plays some Battlefield 1 but loses a match, followed by another match and a 3rd match. He wasn't just losing; he was getting slaughtered. From charging out in the open while getting mowed down by machine gun fire, to getting sniped off a riding horse, Eugene just royally sucked at gaming. He was able to fire some shots now and then but could not kill to save his life. Eugene was so awful even his own team booted him off so he tried going against some bots, but managed to suck more at that so he joined another lobby.

"Why am I losing? If I throw a grenade, maybe that will do the trick." Said Eugene as he chucked a grenade up a hill, only for it to roll back down and blow up in his face.

People in the chat were mocking him.

"Gosh Eugene, yer' gameplay really bites." Typed Stinky.

"Eugene, you're getting ever-so massacred!" Typed Lila.

"If you fail this next round, I'll treat Ruth to a McDonald's dinner date. (Eugene dies again) HOTDOG!" Typed Sid.

"Hey Eugene wanna win? Go to the game settings and click uninstall. LMFAO!" Typed Helga.

Knowing he was getting his ass handed to him on a platinum platter, Eugene had to step things up.

"Okay grenades won't work, I'll try sniping." Said Eugene.

He picks up a sniper rifle and despite having a scope, Eugene misses, gives away his position and gets bombarded by an artillery strike.

"Maybe the submachine gun?" Asked Eugene and he sprays bullets from the hip like an idiot, but is killed by a well-placed pistol shot.

"Okay maybe that turret will help?" Asked a desperate Eugene.

He wields the turret but while he fails to kill anything, another player stabs a bayonet up his ass

"AT LEAST BUY ME DINNER FIRST!" Said Eugene in an angry yet still effeminate manner.

"Learn to play dumbass." Heckled Wolfgang.

"You Suck Eugene!" Typed Harold.

"Another day, another loss for Eugene, YAWN." Typed Rhonda.

Eugene was going down as one of the worst gamers in history next to DarkSydePhil, LowTierGod, Wings of Redemption, Gamer Guy, Ijustine and Irate Gamer just to name a few. Along with Jack Thompson, Anita Sarkeesian, Zoey Quinn, Phil Fish and Brianna "John Walker Flynt" Wu, cuz they suck as well, especially at gaming.

"Damn this game is fucking me sideways, I know I'll try that big….. long… thick….Zeppelin ….Mmmmmmm." Said Eugene.

"Just don't choke on it like that hotdog! ROFLMAO!" Typed Gerald.

Eugene blushes and says "What are you talking about? All I'm saying is I admire its design and engineering…." Zeppelin blows up.

When all hope had been lost, Eugene got to be a tank driver in a 5-man Mark V tank. Being very durable with huge firepower, the tank was what Eugene needed to win, had he not driven over a small ledge and rolled the tank on its back. A plane then blew the tank to smithereens.

Eugene's crew mocked him relentlessly but the worst insult was "Jinx."

"CALL ME A JINX ONE MORE FUCKING ASS TIME!" Said a pissed Eugene.

"JINX!" Said his crew simultaneously, more laughter occurs.

Having had enough, a sad Eugene quits the game and sobs. A few minutes later, he wipes some tears and tries to smile.

"Hey Guys, thanks for tuning in, Sorry I didn't get a single kill aside from that accidental self-frag, but what matters is we had fun. And It looks like I made $0.00 out of my $500.00 goal for a new bike….." Said Eugene, trying to be optimistic but still sounding like a failure.

Arnold feels bad so he donates $25.00.

"Here's $25.00, you've earned it Eugene. Also is that gun on your wall fake?" Typed Arnold.

"Wow Thanks Arnold! Golly Gee! It must be my lucky day! Oh, is the gun on my wall fake? Nope, it's a real WW1 rifle I got as an inheritance. (Eugene walks over, takes the gun and shows it.) it's been restored to working order! Wooden stock, metal pieces, receiver, bolt action loader, and even a bayonet for close quarters….."

Eugene accidental stabs one of his monitors.

"...uh oh, so yeah um I accidentally broke a monitor." Eugene turns the camera to show the damage which consisted of a cracked monitor, broken/pixelated screen while giving off what looked like a demonic, unnatural rainbow.

The chat mocked him further.

"Poor monitor, dumbass!" Typed Wolfgang.

"You're gonna need a bigger donation goal, bitch." Typed Nadine.

"Not only do you suck at gaming, but suck at life as well." Typed Grandpa Phil.

"So anyway uh yeah this is a real bolt action rifle." Eugene flashes an optimistic smile while loading a live round.

Arnold types "Eugene you're not supposed to have a loaded gun in the house!"

"Don't worry Arnold, that's why I have the safety on (Mistakes Trigger for safety, shoots gun, bullet ricochets and lodges itself up his ass) AAAAAAH MY ASS! I LOST MY ANAL V-CARD TO MY GUN! FUUUUUUUCK!" Cried Eugene as he drops the gun and falls crying, blood pouring out of his keister. Eugene's parents hear the gunshot and call 9-1-1. Sirens are heard in the background.

Eugene has been banned for brandishing a gun.

He will require surgery.

A/N: So there you have it, Eugene is the first to fall. Who will be next? Stay tuned.

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