"Yo yo yo, what's uuup KaFam! It's 'yar' boy, Karmeleon, streaming live from the KaChing-Studio!" Karl gives his best, brightest smile to his drone cam. He throws a quick glance at the view counter; 94k viewers. He can work with that. "Yo, how wild is this box business, y'all?!" he dives right in. "I was taking a shit," he gives the camera a meaningful look, "when that blue box popped up, and let me tell you, I almost dropped right there." He takes a breath, then shouts dramatically, "DIE! What kind of motherfucking bullcrap is that, huh?! And can you imagine?" He puts on a comically overacted newscaster accent as he intones, "'Popular Nexx-Streamer Karmeleon found dead this morning with his pants down, shitting himself, as speculation about the mysterious blue box apparition goes WILD." He chuckles. "Yo, fam, don't know about you, but that's not how I wanna be remembered. And what's with that death ticker the fucking MSNBC have going? I mean, what the actual fuck, right?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he's tracking the view counter. Up to 528k so far, which is not his best day, but he's just getting started. "No one's got a single fucking clue what the fuck is going on, and I'm here for it. What does it all mean? Hey, I don't fucking know, I'm not your mum. I'm just here to watch the shit show, and you're invited." He gives the drone a devilish grin. "Let's watch the world BURN."

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Comments are flooding in, the viewcounter is going UP UP UP so Karl says, "So, tell me - what would your death announcement say if you'd dropped dead when the blue box said you should?"

The Karm-AI-on is responsible for selecting responses from the chat and either playing them - if there's audio or video -, or constructing a persona from their profile and reading it out in a matching - or hilariously mismatched - voice.

Karm-AI-on intones in the voice of a young girl, "Lolol same dude, crapped pants all the way," followed by a deep, gruff voice, "Mine wolud say: Droped dead durin famly dinner fml"

Karl throws in the occasional comment and banters with the AI/commenters, gleefully pointing out the chaos triggered by the Blue Box Invasion. 980k viewers now, and Karl's in heaven. If he finally cracks 1M concurrent viewers on this stream, he'll voluntarily worship at the altar of the Blue Box.