The Griefer Laundering Her Image

A week has passed since my second clash with that image-laundering griefer Kang Manbok. After the gallery verification incident, the Berserker Gallery managed to achieve the feat of settling into the top 100 of the thriving galleries. It's not exactly a high rank yet, but the Berserker Gallery was a total disaster from the start—nowhere near the rankings. Pulling a failed gallery up to this level is a meaningful accomplishment in itself. Sure, the price was a bit—no, a lot, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fucking insanely high, but whatever. Don't focus on the trees; look at the forest. We need a more macroscopic view of the world.

Just a few days ago, I wouldn't have agreed much with that sentiment. Immediate gains right in front of me were what mattered—why bother living a forward-thinking life? But now it's different. It's so infuriating, so infuriating. Why do I only gain enlightenment after the water's already spilled?

I verified to avoid being treated like a pervert by people. But that verification seems to have spread the perception that 'Seola is a pervert' even more. That asshole who wrote the advice post telling me to flash my tits for verification. I want to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kill them, for real. No, but this is unfair too. If you think about it, I didn't do anything that lewd. I just took a bust shot fully clothed and posted it. It's not even remotely the kind of photo that warrants this fuss.

...Still, it wasn't all negative. Newbie Berserkers were starting to trickle into the Berserker Gallery. But we're a long way off. My audio file was still wandering the communities, and now my verification pic was added to the mix. I bided my time. If I went dark for another month like this, the hype around me might die down. By then, perceptions of the Berserk skill should change meaningfully too. Just one more month of going dark.

"..."

That's what I told myself. But if the world bent to my will, how peaceful my life would be. Instead, I was forced to turn on my stream. There was a clause in my streaming contract about that. Long-term hiatus without specific reasons could cut off support funds. Sure, I have a specific reason. But how the hell do I explain it to Lodewor's admins? "People are roasting me with my moan and photo, it's too embarrassing, so I'm offline." Yeah, right—they'd totally buy that.

Unable to delay any longer, I logged into the game and fired up the stream. It had been a full week since my last one.

This is exactly why I didn't want to stream. A whole week after the incident, and the chat was still overwhelming. Who do I blame? It's the job I chose. Gotta tough it out with grit.

Soulless nicknames, soulless amounts, and soulless donation messages. Perfect trifecta. The main chat topic was, predictably, when I'd turn on the mic. For now, I acted casual and greeted via chat.

Me—lock—lock—nah.

I gotta turn on the mic, yeah. After all that's happened, no way I'm chickening out now. People with nothing to lose are the scariest. That's me right now. Unlike last stream, flipping the mic on didn't scare me much. First impressions are everything, after all. Don't stutter. Don't apologize. Speak straight, confidently. Don't let them take control—you take control. After my self-hypnosis, I turned on the mic and cleared my throat.

"Um, ah, testing, testing. C-can you hear me...?"

"Th-then... uh, h-hello every... one..."

How long had it been since my self-hypnosis? My voice was already shrinking back.

"F-from now on, I'll stream with the mic on... p-please take care of m-me... uuuuh, s-sorry...!"

Ah. I apologized again. I didn't even do anything wrong, and they told me not to.

["F-from now on, I'll stream with the mic on... p-please take care of m-me... uuuuh, s-sorry...!"]

Hearing Seola's voice, Kang Manbok double-checked the stream name, wondering if he'd entered the wrong one. Seola. Yeah, that's right...?

[Uh, uuuuh...]

What the hell is this loser bitch? Where's the pervert who got off on griefing? Where's the crazy bitch who scratched at me with "roider" this and that? Is this really the Seola I know?

At first, he thought it was a concept, but it sounded too natural for that. A trembling tone like she'd thrown her self-esteem to the dogs. Eyes rolling around so much it made him dizzy. A voice that didn't match her suspiciously massive... assets at all.

Kang Manbok was confused.

...I came to spew abuse, but this kills the vibe.

Far from cursing, he inexplicably felt like protecting her—like an immature little sister. Still, some viewers were unloading curses freely.

Thanks to her super-loser voice, even the ones cursing her out and calling her a pervert turned over a new leaf. Soon, Seola's stream turned into a normal one with proper donations.

Kang Manbok didn't like this situation one bit. This crazy griefer bitch planning to launder her image like this? Sneakily revealing she's a girl for phase 1. Massive royal tits for phase 2. Slutty voice for phase 3. Finally, pitiful loser voice for phase 4 to make people want to protect her. No way.

Others held back, but not Kang Manbok.

He didn't even donate anonymously. Who needs that shit? In Kang Manbok's mind, he at least had the right to curse Seola. She started it first, after all.

[Uh... M-Manbok...]

[Hnnng...]

Seola's eyes welled up on the verge of tears from Kang Manbok's barrage, but he just smirked faintly, utterly satisfied.

Fuck yeah. Why does hitting her feel so good?

Donations feel great to spam.

He resolved to drop by Seola's streams often to relieve stress.