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Celebrating Our FOUR Year Stream-iversary!

Four years ago on December 11, 2017 I decided to start a writing stream.

And what a wild ride it was been since then!

To celebrate four years of craziness, we had a stream-iversary party where I saw how well I could guess viewers’ stories, we voted on our favorite stories from the past year, and then we tried something new: Twitch Chat DIRECTLY Writes a Story, where chat could write a story by just inputting text into chat.

#1. I Guess Who Wrote What

First we played a game where everyone wrote a 100-word story that started with: “Four years have passed since then.”

I stayed blind to what everyone wrote, then I tried to guess who wrote each one. I was very confident in my guesses, but in the end…

…out of 11 stories, I only got 3 right.

Hey, 27% ain’t that bad!

#2. Top 10 Stories from Last Year

After that I had chat vote from the top 10 stories I chose that we wrote over the last year, to pick one that we’d read again. Here’s the order they came in, with a few ties:

#1. A Chef Outsmarts a Tyrant (Writing Smarter than You)

#2. The Baby Trials (Joe’s Bit Stories)

#3. Kitty City (Books vs Movies)

#4. The Kitchen Stove (Wheel of Grimdark)

#5. I Love Stacy (Ambiguous Ending)

#6. Acceptance (Stages of Grief)

#6. The Children’s Room (Wheel of Grimdark)

#6. Vases (Pantsing)

#7. Uncle Randy’s Glory Hole (Inspirobot)

#7. Defeating the Evil Tyrant (Overpowered Character)

We read the #1 story and it was just as great/fun as it was the first time around. Be sure to check out any of the above stories that you missed!

#3. Twitch Chat DIRECTLY Writes a Story

Usually chat gets to participate in the story writing process on stream, but it always has to go through the filter of me picking and choosing things

But not today! I made a program that lets chat DIRECTLY write a story on screen based on what they type in chat, as well as adding in random quotes from Dracula, Frankenstein, and/or Moby Dick.

Here’s what the chat hivemind wrote:

Once upon a time mom was hoarding all those rotting beanie babies in the warm trunk of her car. A worse decision could not have been made. It smelled like the autumn of ’97.
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It was going *exactly* as planned. But there was something else There is no staying in any one place; for at one and the same time everything has to be done everywhere. A small cat stared in disgust I gave her every single one of those ugly little stuffed bears. I bought the entire variety of “Pizza themed” bear beanies. There was pepperoni, onion, olive, and more. They each smelled exactly like their given topping. My favorite was the anchovy.
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At least that’s what the critter corpuses living in the fluff of those beanie babies would say if they were still alive today that is hot-dog tragedy dances with ignorance. poop is what i like to have for dinner but We’ll hear more of her before this time to-morrow.” CHAPTER VII CUTTING FROM “THE DAILYGRAPH,” 8 AUGUST (_Pasted in Mina Murray’s Journal._) From a Correspondent.
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What people didn’t know was that mom was secretly stuffing embryos into these beanie babies and selling them into the black fish market in order to pay for my college tuition. totes weird mom like wtf She’d minted them all as NFTs. sometimes I don’t understand why she Stand by me, hold me, bind me, O ye blessed influences. Mr. Harker is out, following up clues; and so are Lord Godalming and Quincey.
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Little did she know, the NFT market was a load of crap. And therefore, so was my education. But soon she was going to find out the truth. the guitar in her room was floundering about a ‘Mister Winston’. Because i was going to college to become a clown. Clown college, if you will. I made lots of jokes about embryos, not knowing, ironically, that my mom was a right thief of them. from the lab to the beanie babies. To cash. to clown college. The joke that is my life
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Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid. i know. it wasn’t funny. that’s the point. But at least I wasn’t going to be a Twitch Streamer like mom i was going to be SOMETHING worthwhile something that made people HAPPY GODDAMIIT somewhere in the sky was a cloud for me to call my own its name was unlike all those doomed beanie baby NFT embryos Keep in mind, I’m actually seeing stars and pooping unicorns. I think someone laced my Flintsones vitamins with something strange. So keep in mind, this whole thing is one drug trip. something uncalculable
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And then people filmed my clown antics for their own streams and made all the money off of laughing at me Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Nothing else could make it any weird. Until I found out that my real dad, who divorced my mom back in ’97 during the stinky summer, had been doing the same thing all along.
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like an unopened can of peaches discovered in the Sierra desert next to the carcass of a lion. but like all clowns, i knew what my real calling was. A serial killer. and so ironically AGAIN, all of my victims were where my mom stole the embryos from. I only killed women in the first trimester of pregnancy. So their embryos paid for my schooling. The circle of life. The WHEEL OF TIME this is a metaphor for soceity i believe I had hit the rubber hammer over my head and was having life flashbacks from the ensuing concussion. A success by my metrics.
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Hist, boys. Several of the most prominent popcorn saleswomen in the international community congregated to prevent the But it was too bad I didn’t understand math or statistics Milkshakes bring more than boys to the yard. They’re like totally rofl bro
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Do not fail. that was the moment i realized that this was the so-called Write Place. My inability to understand math or statistics really hurt me here. but I failed That’s what I would think if I wasn’t a clown dozens of peanuts to which i was allergic * * * * * _1 August_.–Two days of fog, and not a sail sighted. That fog would be mine!!! the lamp was less than 50 shades, not including the shade. and they weren’t gray.
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They were both silent, but the Professor started and quivered; his face, however, grew grimmer and sterner still. SUCCESS is all i know. And beanie babies are all my mom knew. It wasn’t until I had too perform my biggest clown show of all, that my mom found out about my killing. She discovered a woman stuffed with pepperoni-smelling beanie babies in my clown car twelve of the fifteen enemy mecha were closing in on my flank I should start a pyramid scheme from this. Bitcoin will be involved somehow.
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I just love the smell of Whatever Gods exists, I know they curse my existence but don’t darn smite me, for they know I’d only seek revenge. Joe’s fresh stains reek of “A considerable period elapsed before I discovered one of the causes of the uneasiness of this amiable family: it was poverty, and they suffered that evil in a very distressing degree. Many things. Most are unspeakable. “Mayday! Mayday! Alert the rear echelon about the meteorites! The cats are riding them past our defenses!”
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For some time, do all I would, I could not get into the faintest doze. mostly his special Enchiladas with the greasy buns Actually he smells of nothing because I have COVID and can’t smell anything. and don’t forget the tentaclke cookie cutters, Mom! I need them for my sleepover But I can see the grease stains on his shirt and want to lick him clean. Call your mom and tell her you’re coming home with a new guy, she’ll love this one better. …Sorry… I keep trying to write, but I’m hungry.
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The Next Great American Novel approaches, here to destroy the plot with Themes and Morals. It all made me long for sweet death.

Is it just me or does that story feel like it’s gaining sentience… and is horrified at realizing what it has become?

Anyway! All in all it was an absolute blast, the perfect way to celebrate the past year! Here’s to hoping that 2022 is another year of learning, ranting, trolling, and of course, some amount of writing too.

If you want to join us and help write a story by trolling in chat, or share your own writing for feedback, then we’d love to have you join us on Twitch.

And you missed the stream, you can still watch them on the YouTube channel or watch the full stream reruns.

Hope to see you next time, friend!Featured image: Pakutaso

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