Summary of todays killstream
"Hide and watch me" Ethan yelled to no one in particular. His voice echoing through the now empty rental he found himself occupying alone. He stumbled his way through an ocean of empty Modelo bottles which blanketed the floor and told tales of his failed sobriety. "You fucking hide and watch me bish."
Ethan stopped at the door to his office, a converted 10 foot by 10 foot bedroom that was meant to be used by guests or children, two things which Ethan would never have living with him; not anymore. A sadness stung him, his mind flashed back to memories of Bibble and Esoshaggy. He had thought they were ride or die niggers but in the end they ran and left him too. It didn't matter, he didn't need them. He had all the friends he could want right there in his hand and with a shake he heard his little pills jump around their container and a smile crossed his face.
Upon entering his streaming location; an arduous journey in and of itself as he had to cross through even more empty glass bottles - his pig hooves barely able to make purchase on the mold covered floor found between - a thought crossed his mind. Luckily though the brain damage from nearly half a year of nonstop drug abuse quickly killed those creeping thoughts and stopped reality from reminding him that he'd probably die fused to a chair too. As he sat in his gamer chair an explosive sound shot out. The combination of gunt gas escaping fat flaps and shart exiting his ass the noise was similar to an air horn and judging from the barking emanating from the streets outside loud enough to stir the packs of wild dogs that roamed the streets.
"I can't let the alogs win" he thought to himself as he fired up his stream.
