Chapter 3: True Blissful Torture!

A little shorter chapter today since I'm quite busy with university.

I hope you find this enjoyable. I'm still refining my skills when it comes to crafting these interactions, as I'm not entirely sure about the best practices.

Enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter 3: True Blissful Torture!

David's live stream continued as he downloaded and started playing Flappy Bird. The initial rounds went relatively smoothly, but David's gaming skills seemed to hit a wall when the score reached 4. His chat was filled with a mix of arrogant teasing and downright insults.

"Come on, David! You can do better than this," one chat member taunted with a series of laughing emojis, their tone dripping with condescension.

The little bird kept crashing into the green pipes with alarming regularity, leaving David frustrated and bewildered. "This game is ridiculous!" he muttered under his breath, his anger punctuating his words.

"Haha, David, you're just embarrassing yourself now," another chat member chimed in, their tone laced with toxic sarcasm. "I've seen a blindfolded monkey do better!"

The insults kept coming, and they were like venomous barbs. "David, it's like you have zero hand-eye coordination," one chat member remarked, their arrogance palpable. "Can you even call yourself a true gamer, or just screen-tapping,?"

Despite the setbacks, David couldn't stop himself from hitting the "play again" button. He was determined to improve, to prove that he could overcome the maddening challenge this simple game presented. But with every try, the score hovered around 4 or occasionally crept up to 7. David's frustration grew, and he started to question his own abilities. "I can't f***ing believe I'm so bad at this," he said with a mix of self-deprecation and annoyance, his language reflecting his exasperation.

The chat members bewildered at hearing him swear, continued their relentless taunting even harsher. "David, have you ever played a video game before?" one of them asked, their arrogance dripping like poison. "This is painful to watch, man. It's like watching a professional fail at flipping pancakes."

Another chimed in, "I've seen dogs do better on their first try!" Their toxic amusement was hard to ignore.

The chat, once filled with cheers and encouragement, now mirrored David's struggle. His audience watched with a mix of sadistic satisfaction and fascination as he continued to grapple with the game. They had gone from celebrating each small victory to reveling in his misery.

Hour after hour passed as David stubbornly persisted. He managed to reach a score of 11 a few times, but then disaster would strike, and he'd be back to the frustrating single digits. His addiction to the game had turned into a relentless determination to prove himself, even if it meant enduring the toxic barrage.

The insults became more vicious as David's frustration grew. "David, this isn't gaming; it's f***ing torture," one commenter quipped, their tone palpable. "Maybe you should stick to something easier, like counting to three. Might be a challenge for you. Haha!"

Despite the consistent setbacks and growing frustration, David couldn't stop playing Flappy Bird. The chat's mood shifted from teasing to a collective cheer whenever he made a slight improvement, but their toxic undertones remained. They were now invested in his misery, witnessing his descent into gaming incompetence.

The challenge of Flappy Bird had ensnared David, and he couldn't escape its cruel grasp. He continued to tap away on the screen, determined to break the 10-point barrier. His addiction was now driven by a desperate need to conquer the seemingly insurmountable, even if it meant enduring the toxic atmosphere.

As the stream continued, David's scores repeated like a never-ending nightmare. Each time he failed, his resolve to succeed on the next try grew stronger, even as the chat's toxicity continued. The chat had transitioned from playful banter to outright sadism, and they reveled in his frustration.

But unbeknownst to David, in a spacious apartment room, Ethan Salvatore, the creator of this so called 'Torture', sat in his room with a bowl of popcorn, watching the stream with a mischievous grin. His amusement was palpable as he witnessed David's struggles.

Ethan couldn't help but laugh at the situation. He remembered the countless hours he spent playing Flappy Bird and watching people worldwide succumb to its deceptively simple yet maddeningly difficult gameplay. He had seen players go through the stages of denial, anger, bargaining, frustration, and finally, acceptance. But watching David's ordeal, he had to admit, was one of the most entertaining yet.

'Those were some good times.'

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4 Hours had past since he started playing and In a moment of clarity, David realized that he was in a never-ending battle against a deceptively simple game. The bird on the screen seemed to mock him with each tap, each failure. The rage he felt was directed not only at the game but at its creator, Blackstar, for introducing him to this never-ending cycle of agony.

David's anger reached a boiling point as he muttered under his breath, "Blackstar, you sadistic f**k! This game is a never-ending nightmare, and I can't escape it. I'm going to prove that I can conquer this torment, no matter how much chat mocks me!"

With that declaration, David's tapping intensified. His eyes were locked onto the screen, determination etched on his face, and he lost himself in the endless torment of Flappy Bird.

The chat members, now respecting his unyielding spirit, began to change their tone. They offered words of encouragement and support, but their toxic arrogance still seeped through as they watched their streamer's relentless battle.

The stream continued, and David's scores fluctuated between 2 and 14. His PC screen, marred by a small crack, served as a symbol of his unwavering determination. It was a testament to the unbreakable will of a gamer who refused to give in to the relentless challenge, by of course breaking their screen!

Chapter end.

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This is the last chapter for today, I made it relatively short since I'm busy with university,

Thank you for reading, See you tomorrow (╯°□°)╯

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