From RenaP to RenaPpi (1)
"Alright, then. I'm off. Fighting! Stay strong and become the top virtual streamer. Who knows? Maybe those 100 days of unseen hardship will finally pay off. I couldn't make it, but you can. At least you—live hard and do your best. Later."
"W-Wait, wait a sec...!! Wait! Jit-leus... Jit-leus-nim!!!"
Wait! No! Don't go, Jit-leus-nim...!
"Wait... Huh, wha? Jit-leus-nim? Why? Why?!"
She froze in place.
Wait, how much did he just donate? 1.649 million won? Adding that last thousand... a whopping 1.65 million won in donations...!
No, forget that—it's this...!
"Why... why did you leave?!"
She screamed it out, but you can't grab someone who's already gone.
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Today marked the 100th day since she started streaming as a virtual streamer.
With dreams of becoming a broadcaster, she'd shelled out a fortune for a gorgeous avatar—but for 100 straight days, she'd achieved nothing. No one cared; she was just babbling into the void.
At this point, was it even streaming, or just digital noise? Negative thoughts crept in, but she kept pushing, kept trying.
No one watching was almost fine. What crushed her were the chats dripping with cynicism and mockery.
Even mockery would have been okay if they'd stuck around. But viewers never lasted even three minutes.
If the hate kept coming, she could've bantered back, kept the convo going somehow... but it never did.
"Ah, w-wait! Hold on! I learned to do it like this beforehand! It's not a glitch! For real!"
She'd hype up her game streams energetically, but no one listened.
"So yeah, it rained a ton today, right? What should we do on days like this...?"
Just chatting sessions? She'd ramble solo, hoping someone might pop in midway.
But no one did. She'd always cut herself off mid-sentence.
No one was watching anyway, so who cared if the flow broke? It was just her muttering to herself, then stopping—what's the problem?
'Haa. Come on, keep going. You gotta push.'
100 days had flown by like that, streaming to an empty room.
Ten days ago, on day 90, she'd doubted herself hard. Three months down, and this was it? Time to quit?
But she didn't. She streamed ten more days straight. Because 100 days felt like a milestone worth hitting.
She'd always admired streamers; now that she'd started, she wanted to prove to everyone—including herself—that she could do it.
She'd studied hard, poured in effort. Later, she'd realize her direction was all wrong—but right now, she was a moth hurling itself into the flame of pure passion.
No matter how hard she tried, bad direction meant no results. Still, she tried and tried and tried.
No viewers yet? My passion's lacking! Content issue? Try variety! Too hyper? Go serious! Outdated jokes? Study other streams!
She exhausted every trick in the book. And on day 100...
"Alright! RenaP's 100-Day Celebration Stream! Let's go!!!"
She cranked the energy... and set a new record.
Not a single viewer the whole planned time.
Was RenaP branded a total bomb after 100 days? Or were big streamers hogging the hakko crowd that night? Who knows.
Either way, no point launching her prepped events. Phone dates, collab games...
She'd bought every online party game out there. Co-op climbers, mafia-style deception, packed mini-game collections... all with high hopes.
But not a single round. Time slipped to nearly 2 a.m.
'Idiot. Wasted money on games no one played with me again...'
It wasn't her first time buying viewer games that gathered dust. But 100 days—maybe today'd be different? Nope, shattered as always.
Party games need at least ten people for fun. Even one viewer? Two-player ain't cutting it.
Should've prepped 1v1 fighters instead? That thought cracked her resolve, slow and sure.
'Prep 1v1 and someone shows? Dream on...'
On day 100, she was cornered. Chat was dead silent.
Screaming into the void changed nothing.
But today... she didn't want to rage-quit midstream. She wanted closure.
No one cared, but it was precious to her. She'd celebrate solo, stay upbeat, shout it out.
"Okay... 100-Day Celebration Song! Here we go!"
She picked an otaku hit—supposedly pulls aggro for anime debates. A glimmer of hope.
Of course, crickets.
She sang her heart out anyway, burying emotions... while thinking.
Maybe it's time to quit. Chasing dreams stubbornly—isn't growing up letting go?
Song over, she kept the high energy.
"...And done! Thanks for listening! Wow~ clap clap clap~!"
No response. No chat.
Shockingly, after 100 streams, she still couldn't spot a viewer spike. Solo rants were her default—no time to learn the UI.
So she never imagined someone might be listening. She started spilling her guts.
"Haha, even thanking you all... and no one's here! Ahaha! What a joke!"
"S-So yeah, sang a song today. All my 100-day specials are done. Did Warcraft earlier, so... yeah."
"R-Right! Did all my prepped content."
No plans to get personal. Felt like emo bait. She wanted to win on content, not pity.
But 100 days of bottled emotions burst like a dam.
"I prepped phone dates for the first viewer on my 100-day special? B-But... no one's come yet..."
"G-Guys, I think I tried hard these 100 days. Even with no viewers, kept it seamless. Easy for drop-ins... that vibe."
"Peak viewership was seven minutes. Hehe... wonder if they'll come back. Was fun."
Lie. Seven total barely hit two minutes before bailing.
But lying kept her from total despair.
"So... decided not to cry at the end today."
"It's 100 days, but... no big deal. Just another stream day."
"So, end strong, rest up. Eat good, sleep, wake refreshed and stream peppy."
"...Sorry. Tried not to cry."
"I'm... so tired."
She sobbed through the rest—couldn't recall her own words later.
One thing stuck: her cute avatar smiling pretty, while real her bawled ugly.
"D-Don't know if I can keep going."
"Wish I had zero talent—then no half-assed fails."
"Went all-in on this pretty avatar... now I'm doubting."
She'd had aimless days once. Streamers giving dreams from screens? Badass.
She wanted that—to inspire hope, comfort daily grinds.
What was wrong? She'd never know. Probably her, fundamentally flawed.
Otherwise, after 100 days, fans? A fan club?
"I... wanna succeed."
"Get famous... be hope for tons of people."
Forced it out—no quitting! But a lie. She wanted out. Rest. Live content with "I tried once."
Crying on stream killed any comeback vibe.
"So, just today... cry today."
"Sad for one day... tomorrow, I'll... push. So... please..."
So this cry doesn't matter, right? Quitting anyway.
Sorry to her pretty avatar, her RenaP girl with backstory.
'Sorry. This is it for me. Can't... go further. Sorry...'
Repeating apologies to no one.
And—that moment.
Her first donation.
[Subway-Old-Man-Denture-Stealer donated 1,000 KRW!]
"...Huh?"
100 days. 100 days alone.
No recognition, no outreach—just lonely streams.
Into that dim, pathetic streamer life... the first warm light.
That was user Subway-Old-Man-Denture-Stealer.
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