PC Bang Heaven and Tekken Trolling Rampage
Mesugaki and I kicked off the stream at the PC bang around 8 PM, but it was so much fun that time flew by. "Haa? Already 10? Kukuku... Guys, something came up suddenly, so I'm ending the stream early~"
"Gotta sleep quick. Gotta get taller."
One thing I'd realized since coming to this world: being short was seriously inconvenient. Even at the library or the mart, I'd had to stand on tiptoes and still ask staff—blushing all the while—to grab stuff for me. I didn't know if I'd grow more here, but trying couldn't hurt, right?
"Haa... Feels like I did good, but now I'm wiped..."
The fatigue hit right after ending the stream. I leaned back in the chair for a breather. No bed in my tiny studio—just a futon—so the chair felt plusher. At least viewers hadn't called out the state of my place on cam. Drawing the curtains had been a godsend.
Anyway, sleep first... Gotta crash early to grow.
Brushed my teeth quick after shutting down, and it was already 10:30. "Tomorrow... maybe show off some games."
I flopped onto the futon—not as cushy as the chair, but sun-dried and fresh—and let it take me.
"Ugh... So hot."
A summer single-room without AC was pure hellfire. Floor to walls, everything warm or scorching. More like a steamer than a room. My sole weapon against the heat? The fan—knights' ultimate cooler. Everything depended on it.
Once I make bank, AC first.
"Hawaawa..."
I shoved my face into the whirring blades, letting out a wail. The sound splintered into weird echoes, and sweat cooling on my skin felt divine. Fans were summer kings... I'd marry one someday.
Beep! Beeeep!? Beeeep!!!
"Huh? Fuck, what's wrong with this thing?!"
The fan went berserk and died. Checked the cord—plugged it back in—no dice. That's when dread hit: the heat that killed the fan would kill me next.
"Huff... huff... This is why I hate summer!"
I grabbed the damn thing—baring half my soul—and headed out to fix it. Shorts and tee, good enough.
"Huff, huff... This is why I like AC over fans...!"
My pathetic strength had sweat pouring just from hauling it outside, dripping from my brow. How had original Shin Jaejun survived this body? How'd he live solo?
"Hey? Jaejun, where you off to?"
"Ah, shit..."
Trying to bolt with the fan, I locked eyes with the landlady's daughter smoking outside. Choi Jaehee. Owner's kid for my villa studio. Rocking an ROKA tee like she was dying to brag about her service.
Please don't talk to me.
"Dropping the fan for repairs."
"Hmm... Got it. Need a hand?"
"Uh... well."
Should I just ask for help? This puny body had limits. I'd drop it midway for sure... And the shop wasn't far—begging once wouldn't hurt.
"Uh, uh... Could you, just this once? Sis."
"Sis?! O-of course! I'm ex-special forces in the army, y'know!"
She gulped hard at "sis," breathing ragged with excitement. What was so hot about that? Anyway, shop was close—maybe she'd go solo?
"Sorry to ask more, but... could you handle it alone?"
"Huh? Not coming with?"
"Sis, please, just this once... yeah?"
"Gulp..."
Another "sis" and she swallowed again.
"R-right... You pay rent on time, so... s-service from me!"
"Thanks, sis... Couldn't without you. Unthinkable."
"Yeah, thanks me later with... f-food or something."
Ignore that. She'd do it anyway—act busy and bolt, she'd give up.
But outside, nothing to do. This body limited options—no fun spots came to mind. Somewhere really fun with blasting AC?
Fuck yeah, PC bang.
[Pay upfront? Yes/No]
"Yes..."
Obviously PC bang. The AC hit like salvation after outdoor sweat—pure bliss. Rigs rivaling my home PC. Arcade cabinets for the insatiable. Beyond heaven—this was Valhalla for gaming warriors.
"Haa~ So damn cool~."
Sat down, body melted; chair swallowed me whole.
But what game? Pre-possession, I'd topped leaderboards everywhere.
Hmm... Tekken? Nah, arcade has it. Monster Hunter then.
Monster Hunter: Tiny hunters smash massive beasts with control, soul-forged weapons from slain foes.
"Haa~ Trash~ Way too easy. Kukuku...!"
The bratty slur slipped out when relaxed. "Games like this? Devs should apologize to players~ Trash."
Bashing monsters melted stress. But overfarmed—too easy now.
"Yawwn... Boring."
Prepaid time nearly up, heading home. Then something snagged my eye.
"Kwaaa!! Fuck! Trash game!!!"
A woman wailed as her male char got one-punched by a potato-fry-head chick wielding a bat. Idea sparked.
(I'm Tekken god.) → (Troll foes.) → (They rage and suffer.) → (I'm happy.)
Simple.
"Playing fighters with that skill? Maso who loves getting hit? Trash♥ Dickbait♥ You suck, kukuku..."
Just one-combo'd a bare-chested blonde bat-girl with my bat-wielding chick, taunting the invisible foe across.
Same chars, combos as old world—adapted fast, won easy. No-loss mode meant initial 1000 won covered all.
Bam, bam!
"Fuck, who the hell plays that shitty..."
"Haa? Talking to me? You suck balls♥"
The chick who respawned stared blankly, fist down.
"No cash? GTFO~ Kukuku... Total noob."
"Grr... A guy, huh. Tekken fan?"
"That a pickup? Haa~ Can't stand gamers worse than me~ Idiot."
She mumbled something; ignored, waited next.
No real rivals here? Too easy—boring.
All charged in, got outplayed, raged online about me. Winced at "guy," then scurried like losers.
"Look! 13-win streak already?"
"First guy I've seen streak like that... Pro PC player?"
"Probably."
Overheard chatter—not bad vibe. Minus the pics snapped and posted online.
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(Rough pic of a tiny dude playing Tekken.)
Fuckin' shreds lol. Wins and trolls—makes me wanna get knuckle-drapped lmao.
-p.s. ZZ PC Bang.
"Ah, fuck! Why's everyone suddenly so good!!!"
High-rankers swarmed outta nowhere, trolling me.
"Fuck... You bitches..."
Not bummed about losing. Just sad at getting trolled...