No Shrimp Gets Crushed in a Whale Fight

"Eeeek! I wanna deal damage too! What the hell is this?!"

Lost of Fantasy was unfortunately that kind of game.

During the original server era, it was somewhat tolerable, but the longer time went on, the more someone had to eat the most unappetizing part.

Put another way, someone had to carry the log, and someone had to handle the utterly unwanted "pattern execution."

"A one-dealer who handles that stuff diligently is a good one-dealer. That's why you can't find enough of them."

"Eeeek! I don't care about that crap! I'm saying it's no fun right now! Hmph!"

Im Harin, who grumbled nonstop, was so freakishly good at kiting it was like she had a natural talent for it.

She took her summoned demon outside the room and kited flawlessly—pop pop pop—without taking a single hit, darting this way and that for ages.

She even cast black magic DoTs on Droki now and then out of boredom and snuck peeks at my monitor screen.

"Now's the time to go in, right?"

"You're doing great. Yeah. Guardians are all down, so come back now."

Maybe it's because she's a high school girl—she nails instructions like a ghost.

A dealer who perfectly executes patterns beats one throwing a tantrum to deal any day.

Im Harin glanced at the flood of chat messages, puffing up with pride and smirking smugly for no reason.

"Hey, sis. Did I do good?"

"Yeah, you nailed it. Normally the gunner pretends to die or uses beast/traps to kite, but you did it great with your demon."

"Haa~ I'm just good at this stuff too!"

Oh yeah? Your lips were pouting and you were whining about hating it earlier.

With kiting done, 'Commander Droki-saurus' was a piece of cake.

He occasionally spewed 'Massive Flames' like blood across the party, but my Flame Resistance Aura cut the damage way down.

Plus two healers? Even if Danina was trash ramen-heal, with two tanks, heals couldn't possibly fall short.

Anyway, in under a minute, amid the streamers' buzz, Droki-saurus bit the dust.

"Agh! What do you mean it dropped right away from your DPS!!! I kited it down!!!"

Daydream spouted nonsense, and Im Harin snarled right back.

Well, no one else chimed in agreement—probably figuring it was bullshit too.

"O-oh! Whoa! Wow! This is amazing, right sis?!"

Im Harin freaked out, but anyone could see it was juicy loot.

Obviously, no game has DPS hating crit.

Lost of Fantasy would later debate other stats over crit, but right now, crit was delicious for dealers.

The other streamers hadn't spoken up, but non-tanks/healers were all rolling.

Problem was, all of them rolled.

Ijeye was first to call out Daydream.

"No, just... Daydream, you've eaten a ton today."

Gang Minseo tried mediating, but as expected, Daydream shoved his bruised ego straight at Ijeye.

"Whoa, Daydream's pissed."

That was Lee Siwoo, watching from the side.

"Daydream? What's that, like Day-tank? Small-tank?"

"Nah... Daydream, that guy. Popular streamer, but shitty personality?"

"Oh yeah! He's got a weird personality! That dude! Said he'd only DPS!!!"

"Yeah, so when he's a dick like that, he wrecks collab vibes, and folks call it 'Daydream exploded.' Community meme."

I didn't know that far, but I knew Daydream had a bad personality.

That's why I didn't suggest Minseo make the gunner do his chores.

Irea finally jumped in, unable to hold back.

"Ah... fuck! Pisses me off!"

Im Harin, who'd been listening quietly, huffed and reached for her keyboard.

"Harin, don't. Hold back."

I urgently hugged Im Harin tight, pulling her from the keyboard.

"Why, why! Why! That asshole's talking shit!!!"

"Harin. He's a streamer. What happens if you blast a streamer? Even if you're right, you'd get dogpiled."

"Fuck..."

"Times like this, us normies just sit quiet and give a little push from behind."

Im Harin flushed red, huffing, then mashed ESC to cancel chat.

"Push... from behind? How? I want that guy embarrassed!"

I winked—just wait.

No need to get blood on my hands.

He'd already spewed spears everywhere; plenty would stab back.

These fights were best between streamers anyway—leaves us as perfect victims!

Gang Minseo wanted to defuse, but Daydream wasn't backing down.

"Whoa..."

Im Harin beside me stuck out her tongue and shook her head.

"I hate DPS like that. For real! Act like the world revolves around them!!!"

In this toxic vibe, Gang Minseo panicked naturally.

Her half-sobbing voice tugged at anyone.

While Minseo begged, Daydream and streamers traded bloody words.

Ijeye mind-gamed, Danina covered, Irea dropped hunter crit facts, 5 Second Man shut up after getting dragged in.

Sky and Ramjwi Thunder tried "chill, take it, run another" but Daydream's shit-stubbornness lingered.

Gang Minseo clutched her head.

Plant a flag if pissed.

Beautiful Lost of Fantasy tradition.

"Sis... will that work? Daydream's raging for an apology?"

Gang Minseo yelled in desperation, trying to salvage stream fun.

"No way, it worked?"

Im Harin looked shocked, but that's internet streams for ya.

Ijeye yelled, lacking confidence.

"Then I'll—"

"No, Harin. Don't. You'd win obvious, but tons wanna smash you."

Blocking her chat again, an odd voice echoed in the PC bang.

TTS-level unique voice: 5 Second Man.

The Ascetic Shaman who'd quietly DPS'd by Sky.

Getting "you did jack?" outta nowhere? Gotta sting.

5 Second Man: infamous LoL top psycho streamer.

No way he'd miss 1v1'ing a cocky DPS skull.

"Uh... sis, what if Daydream wins?"

"Don't worry. I can rig it so he gets ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠schooled for sure."

Making Daydream's ass-whooping convincing? In my hands from the start.