Digging My Own Grave with Mint Choco Tarantula Powerade Rice
Mint Choco Tarantula Fried Powerade Rice Bowl recipe! First, prepare the rice! This part's super easy! Just cook it in your usual one-person rice cooker. But instead of water, pour in Powerade! While the rice is cooking, let's prep the rest. I'd love to dump in a ton of oil and deep-fry tarantulas, but cleanup would suck, so chicken it is instead. Coat the tarantula generously in flour! Then dip it in prepped egg wash! And cover with breadcrumbs? Boom! Tarantula fritters! ...Shit.
What? Did I swear? Nah, how could I swear with these delicious-looking tarantula fritters right in front of me? Fry 'em up in an oiled pan till they're golden brown? Tarantula fritters done! Oh, rice is ready! The finished rice... ugh, why's it so freaking green. Stick to the concept? No way I'm sticking to the concept with this monstrosity—
Yep! We had a tiny broadcast glitch there! Anyway, back to cooking! Scoop the Powerade rice that's turned bright green, top it with tarantula fritters! Then slather on room-temp mint choco ice cream that's melted to sludge, and chop up the leftover tarantulas for decoration? Ta-da! Mint Choco Tarantula Fried Powerade Rice Bowl complete!!! #
YouTube views secured with that concept video. Now just gotta eat it...
"How the hell do I eat this?"
Just looking at it made my stomach churn. The bright, garish clash of Powerade rice and mint choco screamed poison mushroom. Topped with tarantula-shaped fritters, it looked like some foreign traditional dish. ...If a real traditional dish like this existed, the locals would probably chew me out for insulting their culture.
"Nah? I hate it though?"
People say you get why mint choco tastes like toothpaste after one bite. Yeah, after trying it once, I won't touch it even if they beg me.
"...If views don't come in, I'm legit gonna cry."
I had zero confidence I'd finish it. How do you even finish that? It's screaming "I'm gonna make you puke" right in my face.
...Maybe eat half, then negotiate? Right as I thought that, the money sound chimed.
Mint Choco Tarantula Fried Powerade Rice Bowl: Eat It All
Time Remaining: 1 hour 0 min | Reward: 500,000 won
No, it was the mission chime.
"Uh..."
My brain froze. 500k won. I glanced down at the abomination I'd created.
...Even as a pro, no way. Gotta decline—
Reward +100,000 won!
Reward +50,000 won!
Reward +250,000 won!
Reward +100,000 won!
"...1 million won?"
The second I saw 1,000,000 on screen, I accidentally accepted the mission. Then reality hit.
"1 million won?!?!! No way, for real?! You really want me to eat this?!"
1 million won. This was the world's dilemma thrown at me. Like [10 billion to get snipped VS 10 billion debt but loyal idol girlfriend]. A true Sophie's choice.
"...Fine. Whatever, I can do it."
And since I pride myself on knowing money's value...
I grabbed a spoon. Mixed the mint choco, Powerade rice, and tarantula fritters well, then scooped a huge bite.
Had to make it big. Courage from ignorance would vanish the second it hit my mouth.
...I really don't wanna eat this. But.
"Bon appétit!!"
Eyes squeezed shut, I shoved the spoonful in. And—
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"Urp, bleeeech. Hurk, ugh, urk. Bleeaaagh."
Current location: bathroom. Current action: puking. In English, vomit.
Mint Choco Tarantula Fried Powerade Rice Bowl? Finished it. But couldn't hold back the nausea and hurled it all up.
After emptying my guts and gasping for air, I finally muttered one word.
"...I'm dying."
Tears pricking my eyes. Or already flowing.
I rinsed my mouth with water. Spat out the thick residue with it all.
Finally felt a bit alive.
"Whoa... Never doing that twice."
Honestly, I'd underestimated gross food challenges. Never tried one before. So past-me spouted nonsense like "gross food punishment? Fine!" or "Might as well go viral on YouTube!"
One last face wash to clear my head, then back to the stream cam.
"Views are pouring in for sure. So many still don't trust me."
Remember, newbies. No one stops a leader with that look in her eyes. Her competitive fire is insane—once lit, it's terrifying. So if you're betting safe, make it pure luck-based.
"Hey! Don't jinx my business! Talk like that and missions dry up! Just praise me, only praise!"
...But didn't that guy just add 250k to the mission? Whatever, play dumb. He knew I'd eat it, so he just wanted to toss me 250k, right? So dishonest!
...Nah? Predicted I wouldn't finish and jacked up the reward?
"Anyway. Puked it all up, so my stomach's screaming for food now. PubG after dinner."
"Don't hype pubG too much. Today's main was gross food. PubG's just dessert after the main course."
Honestly, no confidence. After tasting gross food terror, could I handle horror games?!
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Long story short, Merhen crushed the horror game.
Viewers want streamers' horror reactions for that rare side—scared, vulnerable. But it's not all upsides. Fear makes 'em cautious, slow. "Chicken" mode kills pace, frustrating viewers.
Merhen? Blazing speed. Her Raider talent shone here too.
"Fwaaaaaaaaah!!!!!"
...While screaming.
Her game: classic horror escape. Creepy place, ghosts/monsters = game over. Viewers sighed at her pick—expected no reactions.
"Whyyy here no why that face wait teacher mom mom mom wait!!!!!!!"
But Merhen exceeded expectations. Natural, hilarious reactions that hooked viewers. Plus god-tier game sense for smooth play.
Yeah. Merhen had horror stream talent.
She'd say: "I'm no coward. Love horror flicks. Games just immerse you more—feels real. Normal reaction, not cowardice."
"...Feels like it'll jump out again."
But.
"Phew. Safe here, no jump—KYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!"
No one'd buy it. Not after flipping backward off the chair in shock.
That day, her longtime chair got the death sentence.