Maid Collab Hell Quiz
I ended up doing a collab stream. The participants were me, Lee Jung-woo, and one special guest—for a total of three. While the other two finished prepping, I was just doing some idle chat.
"Videos like this shouldn't be sent. Manager, please ban 'em."
Every now and then, folks send me crap like that, so I made a new broadcast rule: permanent ban for any sponsorships with Shiyeoum Youth Group videos.
'Just thinking of those bastards makes my teeth grind.'
Remembering the chaos those Shiyeoum Youth Group punks caused in Gwanggyo, I get PTSD-like flashbacks every time I see one of those videos. That's why the hardline permanent ban policy.
> [MyeongdongPrince: All set. Good to go on the collab, kiddo]
Ding~♪
Lee Jung-woo's detcode message popped up. All prepped, ready to start the collab.
"Got the word. Time to shut down video sponsorships."
"Hera. Connect us, please."
Understood.
To kick off the collab, we connected to the S-TUBE exclusive collab channel. As soon as I linked into the full-dive system, the broadcast screen switched automatically.
"You here?"
"Yeah. But what's that you're holding?"
I asked about the box Lee Jung-woo was carrying.
"This? Secret for now, kiddo. We'll reveal when the special guest logs in."
'This feels ominous.'
Whenever Lee Jung-woo said stuff like that, the outcome was always weird. I was uneasy, but hoped it was just paranoia and let it slide.
"Hey porters. Myeongdong Prince Lee Jung-woo here."
"Oh, message says prep's done. Logging in soon."
A connection effect flared up, and one person appeared.
"Hey porters. Ra Mi-yeon here."
"Tsk! Dial back the chat heat, porters."
I'd asked Duk-cheol to handle overly immersed chats during collabs. With special guest Ra Mi-yeon, I figured it'd happen, so preemptive measures.
"Alright, everyone's here—time to collab. Prince'll explain the content."
"Today's collab is the Narak Quiz Show, ya know."
Huh? Narak Quiz Show? I hadn't heard of that.
I'd heard about a quiz show, but never with "Narak" prefixed.
"And there's a dress code today."
"Dress code for a quiz show?"
Lee Jung-woo pulled clothes from that box. Seeing what they were, Ra Mi-yeon and I couldn't help but frown.
'Maid outfit? She wants us to wear that?'
It was a maid outfit. I'd worn one before—forced by Lee Jung-woo. Got to the point where I'd spaz out at the sight for a while.
How could I forget, and now this again!
"Gonna go change, then."
"Y-yeah, gotta change, right?"
"Y-yeah, guess so."
Of course, me, Lee Jung-woo, and Ra Mi-yeon all changed into maid outfits and came back.
The chat log exploded with reactions—mostly about my outfit. Still can't get used to this crap.
"Alright, dressed up—quiz show time. You two, stand over there."
Ra Mi-yeon and I went to those square podiums contestants stand at in quiz shows—whatever they're called—and stood there.
"Narak Quiz Show starting now. First question up."
With Lee Jung-woo's declaration, the quiz show began.
"First quiz: Pick the shittiest person out of these!"
[1. H Group Chairman Hwang Bo-cheol (photo)]
[2. Shiyeoum Youth Group Leader Hwang Young (photo)]
[3. Bohemia Church Leader Iris Adler (photo)]
??? First question's this?
This isn't Narak—it's straight-up burial material.
'And Chairman Hwang Bo-cheol's on the list...'
Flashback to getting booted from H Group soured my mood instantly.
What do they know? In my book, Iris is the riskiest—that smile hides a monster. I know from experience.
"Aerichan, pick first."
"Eh!? M-me first?!"
"Pick quick. Viewers are waiting."
Ugh... no choice.
"Number 1!"
"Aerichan picks 1. Mi-yeon, you."
"2—number 2!"
This was peak Narak Quiz Show. Lee Jung-woo... trying to bury us both with these options?
"Next quiz. Pick who seems strongest."
Related to Narak? Nah, probably. Skip her and she might think you're calling her weak—different kind of hell.
[1. Hongryeonhoe Leader Christine Yang (photo)]
[2. White-collar Killer (photo)]
[3. Shiyeoum Youth Group Leader Hwang Young (photo)]
I know White-collar Killer—Lee Moo-hyuk. His face got plastered everywhere after Masugomi snapped him during the Gwanggyo Shiyeoum terror. Speaking of, Masugomi got chewed out by her mom but still plotting a reporter comeback.
"2!"
"3!"
Ra Mi-yeon and I picked. Hwang Young is strong, but I doubt stronger than Lee Moo-hyuk—this novel's protag with that overwhelming aura.
"On to the next."
"That's Narak Quiz Show wrapped, kiddo."
"Haa~ finally over."
"Done at last."
Quiz over. Lee Jung-woo stuffed it with nothing but toxic options, no safe picks.
"For the finale, Aerichan's dance to close out."
"Sounds good."
"Yeah good... Wait, what?!"
"Aerichan, hop to it."
"Ugh... o-okay."
I don't know any dances.
'Screw it, freestyle or something...'
Thought of that cat dance from Reels.
"Nya, nyaaang~..."
"Pffthahaha!"
"Kkhkhk..."
'Don't laugh, you jerks...'
The collab wrapped successfully(?)—and Ra Mi-yeon's comeback went off without a hitch as a bonus.
......Later, I'll sic Hera on those clips, hunt down the clippers and uploaders, and ban 'em all.