… ─ Rain (VTuber) Gallery ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ …
[Today’s participating puddle. Not taking questions]
Virtually two Rains.
Later on, Komari and Maru also started catching up with the acting, so it gradually got harder.
If you finally narrow it down to two, from then on it’s basically random.
Ha, you rainwater bitch.
If you don’t wanna give out pizza, just say you don’t want to.
Gicheol hyungnim was like that before too.
Are you cultivating a celebrity garden or something?
Where do you keep bringing people like that from, one by oneeeee.
[Comments]
— Rain184: You worked hard defending against the abyss, lol.
└ Rain815 (OP): My pizzaaaaa.
— Rain881: Seeing the big puddle fall into the abyss, I was glad I didn’t get picked, lol.
└ Rain815 (OP): Yeah~ but I still got a burger~.
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… ─ Parallel (Internet Broadcast) Gallery ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ …
[Reason why today’s Rain MK2 is not an employee]
In my opinion, she’s a 2nd-gen trainee scheduled to debut.
There’s no way an employee would be that good at voice impressions and rapping.
If you think this is forced hate, should she appear on another broadcast and talk through it step by step?
If she’s an employee, she should start by appearing on CEO Momo’s broadcast.
(Upvotes: 332)(Downvotes: 1)
[Comments]
— Parallel715: Downvote real-name system, lololol.
— Parallel341: Facts.
└ Parallel341: Way too much star quality for an employee.
— Parallel418: Don’t do this here, go ask Komari and Maru.
└ Parallel164: Is she a genius?
└ Parallel456: They’ll just say it’s because they have loose lips, so that won’t work, lololol.
— Parallel315: Honestly, being a VTuber is better than being an office worker, lol. If I were her and people were making a fuss telling me to stream, I’d become a VTuber, lol.
└ Parallel981: My dude.
└ Parallel385: Real, lol.
└ Parallel124: Buy a model and go be a VTuber, go go.
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CEO Cheon Do-hee, who was looking over the reactions immediately after the broadcast ended, thought:
“…The interest in this is way hotter than I expected.”
It wasn’t that she hadn’t predicted it at all.
The problem was that it was hotter than the predicted result.
If Jia had ended up as the gagwoman they’d expected,
It would have been at the level of, ‘Oh, that employee? She was funny.’
Just looking at the current flow of things, it was to the point where one might wonder if the protagonist was Jia, not Rain.
‘Anyway, who would believe she’s not from a troublemaker background…’
When it came to provoking people, her methods were truly on another level.
Making people furious with just a few words was no ordinary feat, yet Jia had accomplished that difficult task.
It was only because she was a Parallel employee that people seemed to be holding themselves back a bit.
If not for that, fire would have spread here and there long ago, and she’d have been frantic trying to contain it.
“…Still, there probably aren’t any major problems for now.”
The first-generation members were what worried her the most.
Seeing them talk with Jia on Talkcode, there didn’t seem to be anyone particularly worried about tomorrow’s broadcast.
After all, talking about things unrelated to the streamer themselves was forbidden during broadcasts, so it felt like they just needed to ban anyone who persistently acted up.
[Rain: Jia, you good for tomorrow evening?]
[Rain: Let’s talk over food.]
[Parallel Operations Team Jia: No.]
[Rain: My god, I only asked if you were free.]
[Komari: Reng unni, don’t cut in line.]
[Komari: I was first……]
[Maru: No, don’t do that!]
[Maru: Can’t we just eat together?!]
[Parallel Operations Team Jia: No.]
[Maru: What’s with the no-parrot?]
[Maru: (Mad emote)]
[Dora: Wow, I just watched the broadcast too.]
[Dora: Jia-nim, what’s with you. Gives me chills, so cool.]
[Parallel Operations Team Jia: It’s thanks to the voice modulation program.]
[Rain: wtf that’s bullshit, for real.]
They get along very well.
She wondered if they really got along, but from Do-hee’s perspective, this much counted as harmonious.
When a real problem arose, Jia was someone who would rush over to help like a blade, but if you tried to see her privately, she’d draw a firm line saying she wasn’t interested. Because of that, the relationship between the first-gen members and Jia hadn’t particularly progressed for nearly a year.
Of course, while Jia cherished the first-gen members, she was born a fan of Do-hee, was she not?
In reality, while she typed so indifferently in Talkcode, the way she ran to Do-hee waiting in front of the PC bang near her home was just like a puppy meeting its owner after ten years apart.
“CEO-nim!”
Pitter-pattering over on short legs and making gestures of incomprehensible meaning—yet that was somehow adorable.
She wondered if playing games together was that enjoyable.
“You submitted your leave request, right?”
“I took care of it, just leave it to me. Wow, me going to a PC bang with the CEO-nim. I’ve made it, I’ve really made it.”
“…What’s so great about playing Battle Colosseum together. And it’s a hassle at a PC bang because you have to redo sensitivity and voice settings.”
As soon as she said that, Jia’s deep gaze flew toward her.
It meant that these few hours were the most important thing in the world to her.
As expected of someone with a sniper background, she went all-in on games with her oshi.
“If I just fiddle with the settings roughly, it’s fine. What does it matter? Every single second is precious right now.”
Watching Jia now even humming a tune, Do-hee muttered under her breath.
“If I hadn’t played with you, you were really going to quit, weren’t you.”
“I told you that was a joke.”
“I’m asking you, don’t ever do it again.”
“I won’t. Why would I.”
She giggled as she said that, and how should one describe that appearance?
Like a little witch dying to play a prank.
And Do-hee’s worries became reality before long.
“Hey—!! Stop making gun noises! They’re all swarming here!!”
Her double-barrel shotgun fired endlessly from the start of the game, pulling all nearby enemies toward them.
“The mouse size is different, so I have to get used to it. It can’t be helped. So CEO-nim, why don’t you try leaving it to Deokbae-kun?”
“I’m really going crazy!”
A villain was the same villain even when they became an ally, even when they became a friend.
*
Battle Colosseum is a battle royale game played in teams of three.
However, there are many oddballs who play as one or two without filling the squad.
Commonly called short-handed runs.
They’ve grown so thoroughly accustomed to the game that they can’t feel a thrill unless they’re short on members—strange veterans, one might say.
Of course, there are also parties that run as two because they don’t want random teammates, so in that case, a three-man team can easily pressure a two-man team with numerical superiority.
Battle Colosseum itself is a TPS hero shooter, so missing even one special ability that changes the tide of battle creates a significant power gap.
“Two-man queue on ping.”
[Roger. Rushing now.]
[I’ll follow.]
This trio, currently deep in the game, were confident Platinum-rank gamers positioned within the top 10% by skill.
A two-man queue in a normal game, not even ranked?
There was no reason to hesitate charging in.
“One Revolt, one Crazy Shot. Don’t get close; let’s surround them from a moderate distance.”
[Roger.]
“Already watching.”
The man observing the two from afar through his scope waited for his two colleagues to approach.
The moment his colleagues entered combat range, thwack!
A precise headshot rang out with a crisp crack, and the standing Revolt’s shield shattered completely.
The startled Revolt threw smoke and tried to dodge, but under the grenade barrage from the approaching teammates, she lost health and quickly went down.
But all three had focused on Revolt and lost track of Crazy Shot’s position.
Since she was right next to her anyway, they had the mindset that they’d find her quickly even if they lost her.
“Revolt down. Where’s C-Shot?”
[Weren’t you watching her?]
“Who broke Revolt’s shield? I lost her for a second because I was scoped in.”
[Wait, I can’t see through the smoke.]
“Let’s finish Revolt first and regroup. I’ll find C-Shot—”
Shhhk.
Footsteps approaching tickled the man’s ears.
“C-Shot here!”
He immediately called it out and ran, but letting go of his zoom slowed his movement, so he was already a step too late.
Bang!
A double-barrel shotgun fired from point-blank range was like a bomb.
With all the shotgun pellets lodged in his head, his max-level shield vanished instantly.
However, the double-barrel only held two shells in exchange for its high damage.
And since it expended both at once, the enemy also needed time to reload.
Thus the man quickly pulled out the SMG in his second slot.
Again, bang!
His HP bar vanished, and his character flopped onto the ground.
And diligently, even smoke went pshh-shhh.
“What the hell, why does this crazy bastard have two double-barrels…?!”
Crazy Shot was a character with sweet bonus shotgun damage, but people usually didn’t run around with two double-barrels.
Because after firing all four shots, reloading took three seconds each, totaling six seconds, and the higher the tier, the more that six seconds felt like hell.
In other words, the player who had just dropped the man was out of her mind.
The confidence that she could drop one person for sure by firing both double-barrels, and the madness of giving up on long range—a gimmick only possible with both.
As if suddenly reminded of a famous figure in Battle Colosseum, the two colleagues finished off the knocked-out Revolt and came to back up the man.
[Two double-barrels? What, is it HumanSignalFlareKimFirecracker?]
[Signal flare? That Momo broth?]
[Yeah, that person loves twin double-barrels.]
But hearing that, the man checked the kill log and saw that it wasn’t HumanSignalFlareKimFirecracker himself.
{{FireworksFestivalBookingPriority1KimDeokbae >> (Head)(Knockout) ItsNotMyEyes}}
“…It’s not the signal flare, though?”
[No, but look at that nickname.]
“The naming sense is strangely signal-flare-like, I’ll give it that.”
[Isn’t this the signal flare’s alt? Nickname’s fucking hilarious.]
Right as the two were exchanging bewildered words.
The downed man saw Crazy Shot approaching behind the colleague who was coming to revive him.
The smoke she had deployed wasn’t to escape, but to measure the kill angle.
“Hey! Behind! Behind!!”
Bang!
{{FireworksFestivalBookingPriority1KimDeokbae >> (Head)(Knockout) ImSolo}}
One colleague who had rushed over without recharging his shields was knocked out due to letting his guard down.
The colleague following behind had at least recharged his shields and rushed the enemy who revealed herself to exploit the reload time, but.
Bang!
This time too, a single shot completely destroyed the max-level shield.
With no time to be surprised by that absurdly accurate shot, stick-on grenades flew in succession.
The sole survivor went boom with a scream.
{{FireworksFestivalBookingPriority1KimDeokbae >> (Sticky Grenade)(Knockout) MarbledBeef}}
{{FireworksFestivalBookingPriority1KimDeokbae >> (Kill) ItsNotMyEyes}}
{{FireworksFestivalBookingPriority1KimDeokbae >> (Kill) ImSolo}}
{{FireworksFestivalBookingPriority1KimDeokbae >> (Kill) MarbledBeef}}
In an instant, the trio was wiped out and it was game over.
The three finished the game with an ambiguous score of 15th place out of 30 teams.
“What the. What?”
Until then, everyone had just accepted it.
Even though MMR existed, normal games gathered all tiers, so getting their heads smashed by a mysteriously appearing expert was common.
But if a voice suddenly came from the opponent who had dropped them.
Moreover, if that voice was as cute and clever as a little girl’s.
[CEO-nim, I’ll save you!]
[.........did.]
[Sigh, what flimsy gear. How am I supposed to protect the Floor Mat Faction like this?]
[.........know!!]
That experience naturally remained a shocking memory for a very, very long time.