Post number #993786, ID: fb0471
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>>>> ...:::Data integrity 92%:::... >>>..:Initializing RedEye:.. >> .:commencing livestream:.
> A camera clicks on, the feed is established and stable. Mad Gear is comfortably seated as a table rises from below them to the perfect height to work on. There are less tools on the table this time around, and they seem to be drinking from a handmade metal cup of some sort
> They idly tap away at a tablet, smiling contently. They adjust their reading glasses, and chuckle to themselves
Post number #993787, ID: fb0471
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> They take one final sip from their cup and set it on the table. They make eye contact with the camera's three-way mirror and smile brightly as they take off their glasses.
"Oh, I didn't see you there. Welcome, to another episode of You ship it, I brick it. I'm your friend, Madthanial Gear. Welcome to the show.
> They're... doing some kind of bit it seems. There's no reason to believe this isn't the usual host.
Post number #993788, ID: fb0471
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"Now friends, we're here, on a very special evening. I, the maddest gear of all, am announcing a small hiatus."
> The lights dim down and cast a sad spotlight on Mad Gear. Who knew he had this level of production available. There's even a slow instrumental track in the background
"BUT. We will be resuming our regular fucking stream by doing an unboxing today!!!! Bring out the fuckin package Missy!"
>A box wheels itself into the frame. it's wooden framed and covered in warnings
Post number #993789, ID: fb0471
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>Their weird affect now gone, Mad Gear struggles to hoist the crate onto the table, even after lowering it to the maximum. It was clearly shipped by a commercial company. The reading glasses have been turned into dust by the weight, but the Host doesn't seem to notice
"We got this thing sent in by a viewer! I have no fuckin' clue what it could be!!!"
Post number #993823, ID: 47e74f
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YESSSSSSSSSSSSS I've been waiting for this stream. Box looks huge too. -Jhan
Post number #993970, ID: 2fb4f8
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"So I'm gonna start with the big announcement first! We are MOVING!!! I have some connects in the Glitch and they're helping me move outta here and have a nicer place and even do some experimental work! Exciting shit, i'll tell y'all what!"
> As they talk, they ready a pry bar to start opening the crate. It seems they've done this many, many times. The quickly remove the top and a new camera angle is visible. Some of the packing peanuts inside are visible. The box is full of them
Post number #993971, ID: 2fb4f8
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> they begin to dig through the peanuts, trying not to lose any in order to keep the suspense up.
"FIRST THING COMING UP IS... a fuckin??? what is this?"
> They pull out what looks like a piece of metal that has seen hell itself. The case is so battered it's a miracle that the tablet it's surrounding is in pristine condition
"It's a tablet? But... i don't think i could even get this case off. I could shoot it but.... that's not fun"
Post number #994268, ID: acd516
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"Okay okay, it's fine it's cool, let's see what else we have..."
> the tablet has clearly thrown him off of his game. He is confused but he sticks his hand in the box. He can't tell what he's feeling, but he grabs hold of a container.
> the chat seems to be just as confused as he is. He yanks out the next object
"HERE WE HAVE! A fucking... container of.... lard. W– wh– the fuck? i....."
Post number #994278, ID: fbc9b5
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Eat the lard can.
Post number #994326, ID: 3931e5
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I'll donate 200 Nuyen if you do what >>994278 said.
Post number #994377, ID: 3f564b
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I will pay money for you to spread the lard on some toast and eat it...
Also what's the tablet? Is it to do with the lard?
> Mad Gear holds out the container so everyone can see. It's empty.
"There's just... none in here? Like?? Who the fuck sent Mad Gear their trash box? What the hell kind of prank is this? Missy? Can we check the shipping records and see who the fuck sent this in?"
Post number #994379, ID: 3f564b
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Get in to the tablet!! You're Mad Gear, not Mad Lube
"I mean, the tablet is fairly old. Like, not as old as my trusty deck, but OOLLLDDDDD. I don't think we could get anything fun out of this. Plus... the case..."
> It really does look like it went through an industrial pulverizer. Something about it unnerves the streamer
"Whatever did this to the case could probably kill me faster than i could thank my fans"
Post number #994434, ID: d7e554
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>>994379 Whats in the tablet Mad Gear!
> Mad Gear looks around for the remains of his glasses. He grabs what's left and puts them on, holding the page like it's some kind of important document
"It's... schematics? It's a lot of.. lines. I can't really tell? I think it might be some kind of experimental device? Like, what do you y'all think?"
> He gets a high definition close up of the paper. It's many many lines forming a vague closed loop shape, or series of nested loops
Post number #994500, ID: e50293
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>>994490 >Suddenly, a pale hand shoots up into the bottom of the frame, snatching the paper from above the box, before sinking back below the murky off-white ocean of styrofoam peanuts, taking the paper back down to the deep.
Post number #994720, ID: 9e69a3
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>>994500 > The chat explodes and Mad Gear looks like all the color has drained from his whole body. He stands there, staring at the sea of peanuts. After a few moments, he takes a step back before speaking
"WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING A PRANK ON *THE* MAD GEAR. WHAT THE FUCK. DID THEY KNOW I'D BE STREAMING THIS ANNOUNCEMENT? WAS THIS PLANNED? I NEED A NAME. MISSY GET ME A FUCKIN NAME"
> His mask has broken. He is visibly shaking as he tries to figure out if he needs to defend himself
Post number #994799, ID: e50293
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>>994720 >A single red laser shoots out from the styrofoam sea. It has a slight angle to it, caught in the dust. The faint glow from its source is deep in the wood walled styrofoam peanut pool.
"MAD GEAR YOUR FACE. THERE'S A LASER COMING OUT OF THAT BOX. GET THE HELL BACK"
> A voice rings out, most likely belonging to the mysterious Missy. She then sprints into the frame, knocking into the streamer in an attempt to shield him, but she overshoots and hits his robotic arm with a loud thud. Another thud sounds as she hits the floor, where she groans
"I don't know who sent it buddy. We just had it show up. Don't explode please"
Post number #995230, ID: d109a5
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> The chat, at this point, has devolved into absolute chaos. Many are spamming missile emojis for the assistant. Many are wondering if this will be an explosion stream. Others wonder if this is all a weird prank.
> Mad Gear has moved the table a foot forward, away from him and his friend. He stares into the abyss of packing peanuts, knowing that something inside with a laser pointer is staring right back at him.
Post number #995389, ID: b16146
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>>995230 >Suddenly, the laser turns off, and the styrofoam peanuts begin to rumble.
>Then, a small eruption of peanuts as some object goes flying out of the box, it careens through the air, a thin dull green tube, the corpse of a glowstick.
> Missy begins to scream and hides behind Mad Gear's massive robot arm.
"OH MY GODS EM-GEE!!! IT'S A BOMB!!!"
"CALM DOWN! WE DON'T KNOW IT'S A BOMB"
> The chat is all out chaos now. the mods are struggling to keep it under control. If anything, this is making them the most watched stream of the day
"WHAT EVER IS IN THAT BOX: WE WILL USE THE RAILGUN ON YOU IF WE HAVE TO. I DON'T WANT TO PAINT THE WALLS WITH YOU"
Post number #995605, ID: 240ea8
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>>995435 >The packing peanuts begin rumblimg again, all over the box. A hand reaches out of the box and grips the side.
Post number #995854, ID: e50293
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>>995605 Then, a second hand emerges from the box and grips the other side, there were *two* hands in the box this whole time.
Post number #995934, ID: 95d598
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What teh actual fuck =Jhan
> the girl runs back even further, leaving the frame entirely. It looks like Mad Gear has stayed his ground. Peering into the peanut abyss, his gaze stays steady. He does not blink.
"Whoever is in the box. Come in peace. We could use a new guest. Just like. Don't kill us."
> His voice is shaky, but firm. The Chat is exploding with people reacting and placing bets on how this will go
Post number #996788, ID: e50293
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>The two hands grip the sides of the box tighter and in an explosion of packing peanuts a bright green haired lilim emerges halfway from the box.
"I think I'm in the wrong place I'm looking for Mad Gea..."
>She looks directly at Mad Gear.
"Wait, I thought you were Maddest Gear, and where is Madthanial Gear."
>She cranes her head around looking for the owners of these new names she had heard, oblivious to the chaos she had been causing for the last few minutes.
> An alarm sounds, signaling a new viewer record being broken for the stream. The chat has now been locked to subscribers only to keep the riff-raff to a minimum
"I.... I'm Mad Gear. I was... doing a bit... who are you???"
> The color has faded from Mad Gear, leaving him look a dull dirt-like color.
"Uhh... Welcome to the stream??? I Guess????"
> Missy had long since left the streaming space. Mad Gear didn't even notice her leave
Post number #997374, ID: e50293
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"I have been greeted."
>She continues to stare blankly at Mad Gear.
"I greet you too."
>She remains half emerged from the packing peanut sea.
>Its subtle, but you can see that her arms are different lengths, and her paneling in many places appears crooked and or slightly off-colored, giving a mottled look. There is something faulty about this Lilim, both on the outside and the inside.
> The chat is still insane. The cameras are now focused on this new... person? life form??? Many are speculating this is a livestream cross-over. Missy is still missing.
"I.... we didn't mean that we would uh.... shoot you with the rail gun. We were just like... scared. You uh... can come out of the box now. Please assure me that you have like, an outfit on. or like, a shirt at lest."
> Mad Gear is trying to figure out how to handle this situation
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| >>>> ...:::Data integrity 92%:::...
>>>..:Initializing RedEye:..
>> .:commencing livestream:.
> A camera clicks on, the feed is established and stable. Mad Gear is comfortably seated as a table rises from below them to the perfect height to work on. There are less tools on the table this time around, and they seem to be drinking from a handmade metal cup of some sort
> They idly tap away at a tablet, smiling contently. They adjust their reading glasses, and chuckle to themselves