novelraw Chapter 149: Whooping Max On Stream
Chapter 149: Whooping Max On Stream
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With a few clicks on his laptop, Max seamlessly transitioned the live broadcast.
For the 140,000 viewers watching, the stream instantly switched from a vertical, blurry phone camera to a crystal-clear, professional gaming layout.
The high-definition game screen took up most of the view, with a crisp webcam box in the corner showing Von and Max sitting together.
"We are officially plugged in!" Max announced to the chat, clapping his hands together.
"High definition humiliation, coming right up."
"Good thing you’ve got this dual-TV setup on the wall. These privacy screen protectors mean neither of us can screen-cheat unless we literally lean over," Max explained, getting comfortable on his side of the couch.
"We are playing a custom Siege match, specifically for 1 v 1 duels," Max exclaimed. "First to ten wins. I’ll take it easy on him for the first few rounds so he can learn the map."
Von sat comfortably on the other end of the couch, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on his own designated screen. He held the dual-shock controller loosely.
"Okay, listen up," Max instructed, using a painfully slow, condescending tone. "The left stick makes you move. The right stick makes you look around. Press R2 to shoot your gun, and L2 to aim. Don’t worry if you die fast. This game has a huge learning curve. It takes weeks to master."
"Got it. Move, aim, shoot," Von repeated, nodding slowly.
"Alright, the game is starting," Max announced. "I’m defending first. Let’s see if you can even make it to my front door."
The match loaded. The map was a sprawling medieval castle surrounded by a deep moat, with a single stone bridge leading to the main gates.
Max immediately spent his starting budget. He bought two heavy Sentinel guards and placed them right at the front gate. He then set up an automated turret facing the bridge. Feeling incredibly secure, Max’s character climbed up to the highest sniper tower overlooking the entrance.
"My defense is airtight," Max bragged to the phone camera, completely blind to what Von was doing on the other monitor. "I’ve locked down the only entrance. He’s probably still trying to figure out how to jump."
Down on the ground, Von had selected the Ghost class. It was a lightweight character with extremely low health, equipped with nothing but a silenced pistol and a grappling hook.
Von didn’t even look at the main bridge. He sprinted toward the far right side of the castle wall.
"Where are you, Von?" Max taunted, his thumbsticks clicking as he scanned the empty bridge through his sniper scope. "Don’t be scared. Just walk into my crosshairs."
Von didn’t answer. He approached the towering stone wall. In his past life, the community hadn’t discovered the grapple-cancel exploit until the game had been out for three months.
It was a physics glitch that allowed you to preserve your momentum if you detached your grappling hook at the perfect frame.
Von aimed his hook at a stone gargoyle jutting out near the top of the wall. He fired it and the wire caught at his first try.
Von’s character flew upward. Right before he hit the wall, Von rapidly tapped the crouch and jump buttons simultaneously.
On the stream’s broadcast layout, the viewers saw Von’s character slingshot violently through the air, completely clearing the forty-foot wall.
He sailed smoothly over the courtyard, entirely bypassing Max’s heavy guards and automated turrets. He landed directly on the glass skylight of the main keep, shattered it, and dropped straight into the vault.
[ClipoftheDay: YO?! DID HE JUST FLY?!]
[GamerGod7i: WHAT WAS THAT MOVEMENT?!]
[weedsandOnion: How did he know that gap was big enough? Is he cheating?]
"Are you still at the spawn point?" Max muttered, growing impatient. "Bro, you have to push forward."
Suddenly, a loud, blaring siren echoed through the game. Huge red letters flashed across Max’s screen: ENEMY HAS YOUR CORE.
"What?!" Max shrieked, his voice cracking. He dropped his sniper rifle and picked up an assault rifle. "How are you inside?! My guards didn’t even shoot!"
"You left the roof open, Max," Von said calmly.
Max sprinted toward his own vault, panicking. He burst through the double doors, wildly spraying his assault rifle into the empty room. The Core was gone.
"Where are you?!" Max yelled, frantically spinning his camera around.
"Behind you."
Max’s character whirled around just in time to see Von’s Ghost character standing right behind him. Von didn’t even fire a bullet. He pressed the melee button, triggering a cinematic stealth-takedown animation. Von’s character swept Max’s legs out and eliminated him.
The screen faded to black. ROUND WON. The timer showed the match had lasted exactly forty-five seconds.
"HOW?!" Max yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. His maid apron fluttered. "That’s a glitch! You’re hacking! You literally flew over the wall!"
"That’s me using my brainpower haha. You should try it sometime," Von teased, taking a casual sip from his water bottle.
"Beginner’s luck!" Max declared, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "You just spammed buttons. Let’s go again. I’m attacking this time."
They played a second round. It was worse.
Max tried to rush Von’s base with a heavy shotgun class. He kicked open the front door, only to trigger a tripwire Von had hidden in the floorboards. An explosive went off, instantly eliminating Max.
Round three. Max tried to play stealthily. He crept through the basement tunnels, making sure not to trigger any traps.
He thought he was completely hidden. But Von, knowing exactly how the game’s audio engine and bullet-penetration worked, tracked Max’s footsteps through the floor.
Von aimed his heavy rifle at a specific wooden plank on the floor and fired three shots through the floorboards. He headshotted Max through the ceiling.
"Bro! You can’t even see me!" Max screamed, slamming his fist on his thigh. "There is no way you knew I was there!"
"You walk too loud," Von replied without blinking.
The massacre continued. Each round was a different, highly creative form of psychological torture for Max.
Von used his own guards as decoys to bait Max out of cover. He threw smoke grenades and predicted exactly which way Max would run, waiting there with a knife.
In round eight, in a move that made the chat go absolutely nuclear, Von shot the supporting chain of a massive iron chandelier, dropping it directly onto Max’s head for the win.
By the tenth round, Max was a broken man.
He didn’t even try to shoot back. Von casually walked up to him, shot him once in the foot, and then captured the Core to end the game.
The final scoreboard appeared on both of their screens.
VON: 10
MAX: 0
Max dropped his controller onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a heavy clatter. He slumped back into the leather couch, staring blankly at the "DEFEAT" screen.
He slowly reached over and picked up his phone to check the chat. He expected them to be roasting his terrible gameplay.
Instead, the chat was ignoring him completely. The viewer count had skyrocketed to an unbelievable 185,000 concurrent viewers.
[StreamerClips: I AM RECORDING HISTORY RIGHT NOW.]
[ToxicTimmyv: He just 10-0’d him without breaking a sweat.]
[stopZealingvwaps: The grapple-cancel into the skylight is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen.]
"Von..." Max saw one message and called out in a tone that lacked his usual playful energy.. "Bro. You have no idea what you just did."
Von stretched his arms over his head, leaning back. "I won a video game. Don’t take it so hard, boss."
"No, listen to me," Max insisted, pointing a shaking finger at the screen. "Do you know what is happening this Saturday?"
Von raised an eyebrow. "The lockdown?"
"No! The Global Siege Invitational!" Max shouted, his energy suddenly exploding and grabbing Von by the shoulder.
"It’s a one-million-dollar charity tournament for the launch of this game! It’s the biggest event of the year. Leviathan is playing. All the biggest Glitch streamers are playing. It’s a Duo tournament, and the slots are strict invitation-only."
Von looked at him, unimpressed. "And?"
"And?!" Max grabbed the phone and shoved the screen directly into Von’s face. "Look at the chat!"
Von leaned in, squinting at the rapidly scrolling text. Max paused the chat, highlighting a specific message from a verified account with a bright yellow badge.
[Citadel_Official: 😉 We see you, Von. That grapple-cancel is filthy. We have one Celebrity Duo slot left for the Invitational. Who’s your partner?🥷🏯]