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I was clicking dropdown boxes on Reddit to reveal a preview of some shitposts when Facebook dinged for my attention.
Control Tab
There were three new notifications. Lucky me. I hadn’t checked it since the night before, and I felt so popular.
Friend19 commented on a photo that you’re tagged in. Just now.
Friend64 tagged you in a post. 15 hours ago.
It’s Friend92’s birthday. Wish them well.
I ignored the birthday post, checked Friend19’s comment notice as read, and expanded the photo I had been tagged in. Friend64 was a close friend from High school. He posted an inspiration quote over a pretty mountain. He had tagged me, Friend19, Friend20, and Friend40.
Fancy Letters Over Pretty Mountain: “Best Friends are the ones you can go years without talking to but never once question that you’re still friends.”
Friend19: “You now it.”
Me: “I love you, too.”
Cancel
Me: “I hate you too. Today is opposite day by the”
Cancel
Me: “I agree”
Cancel
Like
“Ugh.” I clicked the blue “F” to go back to the front of Facebook. As usual, I overlooked the first post as I started scrolling down. Then went back to see what I missed before continuing to scroll down to the bottom of eternity.
Everything the same as always: baby photos. Cute animals. Random posts that my parents’ friends think are funny with little yellow banana men on them. The occasional link to a very reputable sources of news. etc.
Friend32’s post reappear, the one she shared a few days ago that showed the likelihood of getting murdered in different parts of the USA.
Friend51 and Friend18 liked Friend32’s post
A lot of people were paying attention to Random-News-Blogging-Page’s “article” about crime rates. It occurred to me that I hadn’t actually read what the page said, only looked at the map.
Click
12 likes, 2 wow-faces, 3 anger-faces
Person-I-Don’t-Know-#1: “Be careful when you go out there. I herd there were break ins three times what there normally are this time of year for our county.”
Person-I-Don’t-Know-#2: “You realize these statistics are probably fake anyways. This is just another way the media is trying to make us all feel unsafe in our own country.”
Person-I-Don’t-Know-#3: “(in response to Person-I-Don’t-Know-#2) Get the guns ‘n hide in your house. The whole world is after you.”
Friend32: “ha ha (string of emojis)”
I looked down at the time. It was a little later than I expected, and I needed to get to the bank.
From what I’ve told you about the previous two days, you’ve likely assumed that I am a hermit who never sees sunlight. That is fair. But on this day, I had to emerge for my weekly adulting. I’d put off cashing a paycheck that I picked up on Friday because the lines were always long on weekends. I had no reason to suspect that the line would be shorter now, but I decided to go anyway.
Since banks always close at really weird times, I figured I should aim to arrive at the bank by two o’clock on the dot. That way they couldn’t still be on lunch, and they couldn’t have closed for the day.
My phone was dead, and without it, the real world felt alien. Silent, almost. The Internet and everything on it followed me out of the house, but now it was confined in a corner of my mind now.
No one can agree on gun control
Dark blue means you get murdered in your sleep
People are dying
I awkwardly glanced at all the people in front of me. They held their smartphones at the proper distance from their pockets for easy put-away. The bank smelled like old-building. The walls were covered in brown wallpaper and the ceiling had cheap, decorative moldings. The golden chandelier was directly above my head. I craned my neck backward to look at it, wondering if it would fall and kill me.
I looked at the bullet proof glass retrofitted over the 19th century oak counter. A camera shrouded in a black ball kept an eye on the tellers.
Count the cameras
One by the door
Is that all?
Step forward in line
I imagined what it would look like if a bank robber would bust through the door with a dark mask and a shotgun. Everyone would scream. They’d all be holding their phones in their hand, high in the air so the robber could take them all away and make sure we didn’t snitch to the fuzz (or whatever kids call it now)
Step forward in line
“Maybe I would try to be a hero,” I thought. “I can see myself dying for something stupid like that.”
“I wonder, if I don’t get killed, do I still get to deposit my pay check? Or do I have to wait until the cops are done with their crime scene.”
Step forward in line
The person who left the teller was wearing a trench coat. Of course he was. He didn’t take very long to do his banking. That was suspicious too. And when he walked away he went up to this guy who was standing by the door. Door-guy was on his phone. The guy who left the line leaned to his open ear and whispered something.
Then he looked back at me.
Fake stretch
Pretend not to be looking
Step forward in line
I imagined the bank robbers busting in again. This time they were all wearing trench coats. Not that I can attest to the fact that they weren’t before. The guy I saw walking out had to have been their scout, checking the position of the cameras and the density of the people. I tried to remember his face for the police asked me for a description.
Step forward in line
A whole group of people walked away to my right. They were probably bank robbers too, trying to make the line look longer.
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Female voice: “Sir, I can help you over here.”
Dark blue means you’re going to be murdered
Female voice: “Sir?”
Step forward in line
Smile
Female voice: “What can I do for you today?”
Hand over check
Me: “Can I get 25 of it in cash?”
Female voice: “Sure thing.”
Take money
Leave bank
I shook the mouse and woke my computer. It showed me my perpetually-opened Facebook window. I briefly gave thought to posting something about how I thought the bank was going to be robbed, but decided against it. My friends, and family, and family friends didn’t need to know how paranoid I was.
Instead, I opened YouTube to see if the wonderful people I’d been playing with had responded to the argument thread yet. Before I could reload the page to update the notification field, though, I found myself looking at the recommended section.
Live Stream Tomorrow – FalconWings
Click
I stopped the video from playing when it loaded and looked in the description for the date the video was uploaded. The title said, “tomorrow” if the video was uploaded yesterday, then “tomorrow” meant “today.” And, wouldn’t you know it, that was the case exactly.
Play
“Hey everyone. I just wanted to let you know that tomorrow is going to be my second attempt at a live stream. I’m going to be playing Champion Commanders because, you know, everyone is playing that game and I don’t feel bad about cashing in on its success.”
I had heard good things about Champion Commanders. It was a relatively new game, a first-person shooter made by a big company. I thought it looked like a lot of other shooters, but supposedly this one had a lot of personality.
“I’m going to start the stream at like two o’clock tomorrow. Not really because I have nothing better to do with my life, but I know that a lot of you are on the east coast, and I’m not. So two for me is like seven for you. And I want you guys to come and join me if you can. That’s right. If you have the game then I want you to come join the match I’m in. All the details will be in that video, hopefully. So—”
Pause
The live stream was still just starting. I saw it over in the recommended bar with a red “Live” on the thumbnail. It was only about 7:10. The game had only been on for a few minutes. “Sorry, Falcon,” I thought. “I ain’t about that life.”
I clicked the YouTube logo at the top left and went to the front page of YouTube. It refreshed my recommended results and I browsed around. Mostly, it recommended videos I had already seen (because I’ve been at this so long that I may have watched the entire Internet by now.)
The Binky Man Movie Review
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Spectral Slammers Review
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New Videos from FalconWings
Champion Commanders Live Stream – Live Now
“Fine,” I said to myself. I minimized Chrome and saw my cluttered desktop for the first time in a while. My eyes scanned around the mess to find the WarRope program. The developers of the game force you to download it through their online store rather than their more-popular competitor’s, PiPeLiNe.
Double click
WarRope opened and immediately prompted me to buy Champion Commanders.
Buy Now
PC version
$59.99
I thought about the money I had just deposited into the bank. This purchase would eat up just about all of it. But my boredom was begging me to try it, and I didn’t know now much longer the live stream would go.
Buy Now
Download in progress – 0.01/4.84 GB – 0%
1%
Time remaining: 32 minutes
2%
Time remaining: 32 minutes
Time remaining: 46 minutes
Time remaining: 29 minutes
3%
While the game was downloading I reopened YouTube. I found FalconWings’s Live Stream and clicked on it. 31 other people were watching at that moment. The video began playing immediately. She was speaking in a monotone voice, the game sounds were quiet behind her. There were long pauses of silence between her comments. These moments would normally have been cut out of her videos to make them more interesting, but I thought it made things more relaxed. Special. Like seeing the behind the scenes on your favorite movie.
56%
She was on the blue team, playing as a man in some giant mech-suit. I didn’t understand the gameplay very well, but shooters aren’t hard to figure out. There were other people on her team whose voices were gargled from going through so many sets of microphones and speakers. They must have been the 31 other people who had already joined the game. I went to the description of the video and let her game play in the background while I read.
Join me on my Champion Commanders live stream. Send a friend Request to FalconWings between the hours of 2 and 4 pacific. I will add you and you can join the game. this is not a scam to get more friends on my profile ;)
That sounded a little roundabout way to get someone into the same game. I wondered how many of the 31 viewers were actually in the game with her.
WarRope: Champion Commanders is ready to play
Play Now
Back on YouTube the video was getting louder. There were apparently some incredible kills that I missed. FalconWings was screaming. All the gargled voices were talking at the same time. But there was on guy whose voice was a little clearer than the rest.
Male voice: “I got you!”
FalconWings: “You ass!”
Random Guy’s voice: (laughs).
FalconWings: “I didn’t even know you were on the other team. What is this?”
Other male voice: “Isn’t it great”?
The people in the video kept going on. They were having fun, but I stopped to ask myself if I really wanted to join this game full of random people I didn’t know. It would only be awkward. Really, was I really doing?
The game finished opening, and I started to go through the process of joining FalconWings. I looked up her gamertag and figured out how to send a friend request. I couldn’t remember the last time I sent a friend request to a random person though WarRope. It had to have been years ago when I was still playing Planet of Pain. I was about to press “Send” when decided to look back at the YouTube page again.
FalconWings was still talking to the first random guy, the one with a little clearer voice. They were saying something about the last time they had played together. At first, I thought it might have just been in reference to the first live stream. But then they talked about another time they played together. I felt like I needed to know who this person was before I went in and tried to play the same game as him.
Rather than going back to WarRope and pressing “Send,” I rewound the live video to the beginning. It glitched a little bit before loading. When it started FalconWings was on the screen, and she took a second to orient herself before she started talking.
FalconWings: “Is it working? Ok. I think it’s working.”
Male voice: “It’s working.”
FalconWings: “Ok. Hello everyone. FalconWings here with a live stream of Champion Commanders. We couldn’t figure out any better way to get you all to join, but if you go to… Oh, what do you call that place? Just like, look up my gamertag. It’s just FalconWings. Send me a friend request and…”
Skip forward
She’s in the middle of the game
Skip backward
“…other way to do it anyway. So let me introduce everyone…”
Skip backward
“…wish we could have everyone talking to me when they join the game, but to keep things simple I'm just going to have a group chat started before the game. I don’t think there’s any other way to do it anyway. So let me introduce everyone that I have on the group chat. Ok. We have Jackie.”
Jackie: “Hello.”
FalconWings: “And, Simon. Chris, Haile, Austin, Amanda, Becca.”
Garbled group: “Hello.”
FalconWings: “And last but not least, my boyfriend, Jayson.”
Male voice: “Hey Babe.”
They got started playing the game right after that. It wasn’t long before the first person watching the Live Stream sent FalconWings a friend request. She stopped playing for a second to accept the request and invite the person to the game. In the process of doing so she was killed in the game. Her friends in the group chat went nuts.
It was even stranger now that I had context for the voices. Lurking had never felt so much like eavesdropping.
Pause
Alt Tab: Facebook
Friend08 commented on Friend18’s post.
Alt Tab: YouTube
Refresh
The movie Review channel I watched—you know, the one that hosted the Spectral Slammers argument—had just reviewed the trailer for Obligatory-End-of-Year-Superhero-Movie. It looked good. But don’t all the superhero movies look good in the trailers?
ThisGuy: “omg. I can’t wait for this. Best movie of the year. Calling it now.”
20 others up-voted this
ThatGuy: “+ThisGuy take it easy, champ. It could go any direction.”
ThisGuy: “I don’t know. it cant really be bad. But i get what your saying. It could just be good.”
SomeOtherPerson: “0:56 what is that thing? Any comic nerds ready to let me know?”
1 other person up-voted this.
Me: “Why do we obsess over trailers so much.? Can everyone just get over it for once and just wait for the movie to come out?”
Cancel
I didn’t feel like getting involved for some reason. I checked for notifications from the Spectral Slammers Argument.
Sniper4life: “+Ra-Gamer it’s like I said, you’re all entitled to your own opinions, but I think it is irredeemable.”
“That was a disappointing end to the argument. What could any of us say to keep it going?” I thought.
Me: “+sniper4life Covering your tracks like the cowardly little”
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Alt Tab: Facebook
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Baby photo
Friend27 liked baby photo
Alt Tab: Reddit
Nothing
Close Chrome
Start Menu
Power down
Windows: “Are you sure?”
Yes