7. Arvius/Seeker

Arvius had just been Marched again for the thousandth time; once again, he pressed the LONG WAR button on the title screen, prepared to suffer further. "Maybe this time," he thought, "maybe this time, the capture strat will work out." Everything seemed fine for a while -- no rookie deaths, plenty of meld, good RNG.

One day, he saw a large UFO flying nap-of-the-earth. His Asian face contorted, resembling a deep orgasm, and he moaned endlessly as it slowly descended. His gamer hands warm and clammy, Wolf watching faithfully at his side, he sent his best A-team to the ship. The chat cheered him on, applauding his determination to get some sweet meld and resources.

Rushing through the ship, Arvius rabidly searched for his orange fix. Although his soldiers were being chased by six Chryssalids and four Floaters, it would all be worth it if he could just see that gorgeous +3 pop up. A squad wipe was impossible, right? Although he didn't have any more rockets, a 16 movement Scout was ready to dash back to the LZ with the goods. As one of his four remaining soldiers reached the silver joybringer, he unzipped his pants onstream and savored the moment. He clicked the mouse icon on his screen and began to dash away, revealing a pod of Seekers.

His Engineer tried fervently to blow them to smithereens, but one of them escaped, stealthed, and left the aforementioned Engineer covered in a plasma bukkake from two Floaters. All hope was now lost -- not just the hope of winning the mission, but the hope of even bringing the meld home. The Scout was too far from the LZ. His greed was going to be punished.

"God damn it!" Arvius looked at the screen, now flaccid. "That's such bullshit! How could the Seekers even be there, that area of fog was so small!" His cursor hovered toward the "Abort Mission" button to begin another March, but he was interrupted by a strange feeling on his stomach. It felt like a snake, slowly wrapping...wrapping. The stream-viewers watched in horror, knowing the true assailant - the Seeker had somehow moved into reality while stealthed! Before the chat could warn him, it had already restrained him and began tearing at his clothes with its soft, silky alien tentacles. He was yanked out of his chair and knocked onto his knees, the perfect position for the Seeker to molest his cute body.

It silently slipped its robot tentacles into his mouth and anus, pumping in and out. The rest of the appendages were wrapped around him in some way or another. Wolf watched in horror but also arousal at seeing his owner taken advantage of in such a way; his roommate, uncaring, left to do more important things. Despite his muffled screams, nobody could help him. Eventually, his pleas for help ceased; he began to enjoy the simultaneous assault from both sides (it was a girl seeker though so it wasn't gay). This was the last of Arvius that the chat ever saw, as Twitch admins decided enough was enough and suspended his account forever.

It is said that sometimes, the people of Arvius chat still hear echoes of those bygone days -- cries of March, double0lemon's last "cirLewd" message in the chat, and Klaw1337's latest emoticon depicting Seeker rape.