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“Chat, if I die on stream, do you think I can get a Guiness World Record?”
Phainon was nearing the end of his longest stream yet, a milestone he promised for his 10 million sub special. The streamer was sitting, head in his hands as his screen flashes ‘You have died’, again. His original goal was to stream until he beats Dire Souls in 12 hours, but 22 hours in and stuck on a mid-boss, he impulsively decided to rebrand into a 24-hour stream instead.
"You know, I do feel like I need some kind of repayment for this stream. I must've broken some kind of record. 'Most faith in humanity lost in 22 hours' has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
Chat, expectedly, pays him no mind
manohman : so, we beat f.reaver yet?
nightosphere : bro has been on for 22 hours and is STILL stuck on nikador :icant:
LowBloodSugar : pretty sure ive seen ppl actlly die on stream js saying
carbonatedtea : what is bro yapping about 😭😭😭
Kirarawr : fyi GoldenWeaver beat dire souls in 10h total lololololol
KylXStars : so far hes died 23 times against nikador. were never beating this game.
gldnwvr’sscissors : @ Kirarawr well obviously aglaea is superior to this fool in every aspect
realunreal: mr streamer dont die you havent finished streaming yet TTTT
small_fries: @gldnwvr’sscissors have faith in the goat
Sup4Sup: dying on stream wld be good content tho LMAO
“My audience doesn’t even care if I die," he laments with a sigh, "What good is this parasocial relationship now?”
His audience replies with a flurry of shrugs, with donations to cheer him up few and far in between.
[@AddICKted has donated 23,000 credits: “There, there Mr. streamer. I'll donate 1k for every death vs nikadaddy”]
Phainon squints at the screen, "Your username may or may not get me banned, but thank you, AddICKted. I hope you know chat expects me to wring your wallet dry."
While he wasn’t exactly known for his gaming prowess, he’d like to believe that he wasn’t that bad at games either. Streaming started off as a side hobby, something fun to unwind and play with post-campus to de-stress. He began all the way back in college, using it as an excuse to be chatty to strangers outside of the Psych department. Four years later and with a level of fame he couldn’t ever have expected, Phainon is still (partly) streaming full-time.
“Chat I’ll just have you know that I was NOT dying this much at the beginning of the stream. Try doing this for over 20 hours! It’s a wonder I’m alive right now, truly,” he whines as he fails to parry Nikador’s lance once more. His character falls in a dramatic display as his screen flashes red. Seriously, why the hell does every attack do so much damage anyway?
KylXStars : well. thats 24 deaths.
realunreal : dudeee rip
Ivory_dreams : his eyebags…
[@AddICKted has donated 1,000 credits: “my wallet is ready.”]
Sup4Sup: 25th times the charm frfr
S2h1fx : has he really just been doing this for 20+ hours?
RiceToCas ✔️ : Pretty much ^^
thatonecatchling : should we be concerned?
“Castorice!” he says, scrolling through chat. Doing anything but continuing with the game. If he hits 30 deaths against Nikador he might actually just uninstall. “I’ll have you know I’ve beaten 11 bosses before this. 11!”
RiceToCas ✔️ : 23 hours now for 11 bosses. Seriously? There are 30 in-game.
Okay, sure. 11 out of 30 in over 20 hours for a game Aglaea only spent 10 hours on was, admittedly, slightly embarrassing. But it wasn't his fault that Aglaea was scarily good at all the things she did! It was an unfair comparison from the start. Surely most normal people struggled just as much as he did!
RiceToCas ✔️ : before you say anything. It took me 18h to 100%.
manohman : oh this is embarrassing
Thanatoes : queenstorice don’t eat him up like that ToT
thatonecatchling : and casto isnt even a gaming streamer oh,,,
l1ngl1ng : just tuned in why is he half dead?
KylXStars : Please…at least beat nikador before the stream ends…
[@StrawberEE has donated 30,000 credits: “Betting a million credits he doesn’t beat Nikador today”]
manohman : oh thats FOUL
LowBloodSugar : have some faith in our deliverer ajajajajajjaa
RiceToCas ✔️ : how do I bet as well?
[@small_fries has donated 50,000 credits: “betting a million he does. imma be a rich man today.”]
“Legally,” he starts, apprehensive, “I should advise against illegal betting. Because I’m pretty sure this is illegal." While certainly he did not major in law of any kind, the mixers he'd joined while on campus taught him a thing or two about gambling. "My lawyers would advise against this, but personally I-”
“Have you not finished yet?”
A gruff, deep voice sounds from off screen. Phainon stills immediately.
‘Oh shit,’ he thinks, ‘my door was unlocked.’
Now, Phainon has a system. It's one that ensures there are suprisingly few things that go wrong in his streams. In his four, nearing five years of streaming, he has only had technical issues twice. First, when the power in his building cut off because a downstairs neighbour was doing some wacko science experiment. And second, when he’d accidentally left his stove on, burning his mac and cheese (and almost burning his building down in the process, but that’s besides the point).
Locked doors mean he’s streaming, and unlocked doors means Mydei can enter anytime he needs something. It’s a good system. Five years of cohabitation, four and a half years of friendship. They’ve been roommates since both of them were at Okhema’s State University, and have been close ever since. He had told Mydei, of course, that he was streaming today. What he had failed to tell him, however, was that his stream was extended.
Case in point: Phainon is (usually) a surprisingly thorough person.
“HKS, are you so useless that I must remind you to eat dinner?”
This is, obviously, not a good representation of that trait.
“Oh! My- um, wait, don’t come any closer! I’m still-”
small_fries : HELLO SIR???//
l1ngl1ng : WHO IS THISSSSSS
KylXStars : is that kremnoan?? Wtf????
RiceToCas ✔️ : cut the stream
RiceToCas ✔️ : NOW
Thanatoes : castorice ????
realunreal : omg whats going on
Phainon’s stream ends at 23 hours, 34 minutes.
Uninvited Guest: Mystery Man Spotted in Deliverer's 24-Hour Stream!
Published XX25 | By O. W. L. Bert
Beloved gaming and generalist streamer, Deliverer (real name: Phainon) was seen conversing with a yet-to-be named man at the tail end of his 10 million subscriber special.
Only half of the man's torso was visible, revealing an arm tattooed brightly with red, swirling figures. The man was well built and seemingly familiar with our favourite streamer's eating habits, inviting him to dinner as the stream quickly cut off.
Fans were quick to speculate on the relationship the two have, some speculating them to be no more than roommates, while other suggest there could be something beyond mere friendship!
Currently, a whopping 18 hours after the stream had ended, our usually energetic streamer is yet nowhere to be found! No activity has been spotted on his StarTube nor TikTok accounts. His Tweeter, as well, has been radio silent, which fans have expressed is a jarring change from the usually rapidfire announcements and engagement Deliverer (who will be referred to as D) is known for.
Fans are up in arms about discovering who this Mystery Man is, and what is going on with our beloved streamer!
First, all that we know of our Mystery Man (who will be referred to as M, moving forward):
- M had slipped into a foreign language halfway while addressing D. The phrase used was 'HKS', which was quickly identified as being Kremnoan, a little known native language of an Amphorean tribe.
- While many speculate M's heritage, many have dismissed him as a local, noting the rather outdated usage of 'HKS' to refer to a person.
- The term itself was noted to translate as 'hyena'. Yes, that's right, the animal.
- 'HKS' itself was traditionally used by scholars and royalty to belittle warriors at the time. Scholars at the time believed hyena's to be the opposite of Kremnoan values, noting that...
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#Deliverer #TikTok #StarDom # StarTube #Streamers #MysteryMan
Comments:
user9883 commented:
Mayb its just me or is it kinda weird that there are ARTICLES written abt this dude? he clearly didnt mean to be on stream :/
user8164replied:
this is harmless. srsly, the guy probably doesnt even care.
user692replied:
the articles r SOOO tame like this is litrly nothing compared to what streamers go through on a daily basis
user9883replied:
Ever thought that the way they treat streamers isnt ethical either?
user7778 commented :
lowk was so shocked to hear kremnoan of all things lol.
user1293 replied:
OP cld u explain why?
user5566 replied:
not op but kremnoan is p widely viewed as a dead language bcs not even ppl frm castrum kremnos speak it anymre
user7778 replied:
^^ exactly. some scholars / historians still learn it tho. kremnoan writing is surprisingly well documented.
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#1_Phainon_Stan @DailyDeliverer - 14h ago
Can we?? Talk about?? Deliverer’s?? Latest stream???
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StrawBEREE @beriberi - 13h ago
Ya’ll i was THERE i saw that shit go down LIVE
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relrelrel @MozaRella - 11h ago
and THIS is why i sub 2 deliverer <3
BIGFRIES @nahstillsmallfries - 14h ago
Can we talk about the MYSTERY MAN?? IDEK WHAT LANGUAGE HE SPOKE IN BUT I WOULD HITTTTT
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#1_Phainon_Stan @DailyDeliverer - 12h ago
He spoke in Kremnoan! It's the language of a tribe in Amphoreus. I saw an article about this morning, I think its still trending atm.
Sister of Hyles @pomeGRENADE - 11h ago
kremnoan here. he had an accent so prolly not native, but he did use an ancient kremnos insult. which was neat.
2 Days Till Graduation @HyacinthTears - 13h ago
no this is so valid because WHY WAS HIS HAND SO BIG ???
Eri @helloandgoodbye - 10h ago
idk what he was talking abt i was drooling tho like boy no one paying attention to your lunch 😭😭😭
BIGFRIES @nahstillsmallfries - 8h ago
omfg im licking my screen actually tHOSE TATS
Phainon is a great many things. He was a model student (according to everyone but Prof. Anaxa), he is a fine roommate (though Mydei would disagree) and he'd like to believe he is an upstanding citizen (and ignores the fact that Aglaea still helps him do his taxes, even now).
What he, apparently, is not so great at, is being a streamer.
The night of the incident, Phainon had so hurriedly turned off stream that he had no time to bid his chat goodbye, or actually end his milestone broadcast. Who could blame him, though? When his roommate had stumbled into his room in nothing but a tanktop and sweats, he knew that he had to protect his chastity. Just Mydei showing his arm on stream was bad enough, because it would be downright unfair if Mydei were to show off more of himself just in that one clip.
Phainon is very aware of how the internet works. He knows that at least a quarter of his fanbase is there for his looks and he's not ashamed to admit that he does play into the fanservice, but it's an entirely different thing when someone like Mydei were to be subjected to such a thing.
Mydei was probably the type to still get his news by newspaper. The man had no social media that he knows of, and he just does a confused grunt and head tilt whenever Phainon or Castorice reference anything that isn't history, literature or combat related. What unholy things has the internet cooked up at the expense of his sweet, innocent, grandpa of a roommate? Just thinking about it made him shiver. Because while Phainon might be dull at times, he is, at least, more than familiar with Mydei's intrinsic...charms.
From the deep cut shirts he preferred to either the compressed t-shirts or sleeveless tanks Mydei wore, it increasingly felt like he had no decent clothing in his wardrobe. 'But even then,' he thought, 'a well dressed Mydei would surely send half the internet into cardiac arrest.'
He remembers the first time he saw Mydei dressed up. It was for some red carpet event Aglaea was invited to which she had, of course, declined to go. She had however sent Phainon and Mydei simply to use up the invites. And of all the things Mydei could or does agree to, Phainon will never understand why he had agreed to this.
Maybe it was to taunt him, or maybe this was some sick torture method he used because he knew that Phainon simply would not survive the image of Mydei, golden hair slicked back and muscle taut even under the layers of a sleek, black suit. 'By the gods,' he wondered, at the time, 'why does his suit have to be fitted?'
The gold and red buttons and patterning matched his red eyeliner, eyeliner that Aglaea had put on him. That dastardly woman.
Because Aglaea knew of the huge, embarrassing crush he had on the stupid, beautiful, disgustingly attractive man that was his roommate.
She must have orchestrated this as payback for something Phainon had done. He sighs, dragging a hand down his face. That night was beyond embarrassing.
Most of it, he spent tripping over himself at the mere sight of Mydei. He knows, at least, that some of it was justified, even without his own affection. Mydei was objectively beautiful, after all, and he's merely a mortal man, nursing attraction that he's kept hidden for over four years by now. He doesn't think he'd survive if he had to see that same thirst reflected in the internet.
He'll make sure to keep himself off Tweeter, just until this all blows over.
"Don't doze off," Mydei scolds, wacking him on the head with a spatula which he swiftly avoids, sticking his tongue out, "Go take a piss, wash your face. Do whatever. Just don't fall asleep yet. Your food's almost done."
After the stream, Mydei had dragged him to the dinner table and intimidated him into waiting by their counter until he finished reheating his dinner.
Phainon liked to believe that it was out of thoughtfulness that Mydei always made him his own portion, though part of him admits that it might just be because he's generally banned from kitchens. Still, he's grateful for the comforting view of Mydei's back towards him, humming softly as he tosses meat and veggies into his pan.
Mydei looks peaceful like this, he thinks as he yawns, stretching his back. The smell of Mydei's surprisingly delicious cooking wafting through their apartment.
In a moment, Mydei drops what must be a triple portion of beef stir-fry, noodles and steamed broccoli onto the table, unceremoniously shoving it towards him, not unlike one would treat a dog bowl. Phainon couldn't even complain, though. You never bite the hand that feeds you.
Well, not unless that hand was formed in a fist, pointed straight at him, as it so often was during their weekly boxing sessions. It was only then that he would not be opposed to biting.
Still, the food tasted heavenly. It was like he's never eaten before.
"By the gods, Mydei," Phainon says, "I think I just might be in love with you."
Mydei recoils in what must be disgust, and replies, "You're delirious. And disgusting. Swallow before you speak, have you not learned any manners?"
Phainon sighs, but swallows his food anyway. He's half asleep once food finally enters his system, and he almost passes out immediately on the dinner table. "My heartfelt praise met with insult to both my character and wellbeing. Truly, no one appreciates my talents."
"At least you know that much," he deadpans, "You're dead on your feet, though you've only been sitting playing video games. When did I start rooming with a child?"
"Well excuse you," he says, yawning, pointing a fork at him as a chunk of beef hangs on its end, "this child is also your only sparring partner at the gym. Pray tell, who else would box with a madman like you?"
Mydei sighs, "Sing praises of your physicality when you're not half dead, HKS. And eat your food, properly."
"Aha!" He exclaims, "So you're saying that I am your match at my best? Is that right?"
"What I'm saying is that you are far, far too self-satisfied," he shakes his head, in place of an answer, "you've been awake for nearly an entire day. Any more and you might truly keel over and die, and I do not wish to have to find another roommate." Mydei says as he flicks a dangerously strong finger towards his forehead. Phainon dodges with a grace that does not translate to his gameplay.
"Is this your way of saying I'm irreplaceable, Mydei?" Phainon goads, eyebrows inching even despite the exhaustion, "If so then I must admit, I'm quite flattered. To think you cared so much for me!"
Mydei mouth opens, instinctively to deny it, if only for the sake of being contradictory. But he pauses for a moment, then two, before sighing. "And if I say yes," he starts, "would you listen to me and rest, Phainon?"
Phainon stills immediately.
It's unfair, really, the power he has over him.
Mydei doesn't imply things, not in the way any others would. He does not ask, he makes demands. Not unlike a prince and not unlike a god reshaping the world to what he sees fit. That isn't how Phainon always views him, not all the time, but it certainly is a description he would often find apt.
Mydei doesn't admit things, either. Not that he does not apologize, or does not realize things, no (he is surprisingly sensitive to etiquette in that regard). It is just that he does not spell things out.
Most often, what he'll get is the faint twitch of an eyebrow and a sigh that means more than it might for others. Because Mydei expects him to keep up. To understand, somehow, the complexities of the walking enigma which is himself.
Yet sometimes, he does not make demands with the authority that seems almost natural to him. Sometimes, he speaks with a certain cadence. With a desperation, almost, that is so very vulnerable and human yet so much like him, that Phainon wonders how he'd ever mistake him as a god.
This, this is one of those times.
"I- Mydei-"
"You're running off fumes, Phainon," he says, with a subtle worry even Phainon rarely sees, "don't argue with me. Not on this."
And Phainon does not fight him, when he speaks this way. Because Mydei does not demand things he deems unimportant.
"Okay," he answers, settling back on his chair, "I'll rest, after this. I promise."
So he finishes his dinner and isn't immediately annoying for the sake of it, and washes the dishes afterwards.
He stumbles into his room and barely misses switching off the lights, groaning because he can't be bothered to get up again. He flops onto bed with an overwhelming tiredness he only now feels come all at once, and he passes out immediately, just like that.
(If he were awake, for just a moment longer, he would catch his door creaking open. He would notice the light switching off and gentle hands, unexpectedly so, covering his frame with a blanket.
And would notice the faint twitch of his lips, and would hear the whisper of 'hyena', fond as anything. A word now only meaningful to the both of them. He'd see fingers, twitching, itching to reach out and card through tangled yet soft white locks.
Alas, he is not awake. And so the man bids him good night in a foreign tongue and slips out, another promise tucked away in his chest.)
#GodGamer (THANK YOU FOR 10 MIL!!) ✓ @PhainonOElysiaeee - 1h ago
You have questions. I have answers (and a stream in 2 hours). We ride at dawn.
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GoldenWeaver - [Commissions Closed] ✓ @ladyaglaea - 30min ago
Stop the theatrics, it's 2pm on a Wednesday.