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- "The year is 2077. J4ckiechan wipes a cyberflannel over his completely titanium head and sits down for another day of deep net hacking. \"10.99k start\", he types into his title. For a nanosecond, an indescribable hologram flickers across this choomba's face. Hope? Fear? cyber Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s time to wake the fuck up samurai. \"11k today?\"",
- "Bright was the morn and high our hearts as, in the year of the Christian Lord 1221, Jackie the Red boardeth his longship for another day of reaving. Carving upon his runestone, \"In Woden's name we make this slaughter\", an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Berserker rage? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, 'tis gone in an instant. He continues carving: \"Pillage the monasteries today?\"",
- "The year is 1 million BC. Jackgar, leader of the Nottinghamus tribe, puts on his sabertooth tiger skin loincloth and approaches the entrance of his cave. »11.99 thousand MMR« he carves into the rock walls. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues carving »12 thousand today?«",
- "The year is 2021. Yaki-chan wipes a hello kitty flannel over his kawaii forehead and gets up for another day of Japanese high school. \"10.99k starto\", he writes on the homeroom chalkboard. Chotto matte, an indescribable look flickers across his anime eyes. Daijoubu? Kowai? Meru Ankurii desuka? Wakarunai... demo... \"Kyou wa 11k deshou?\"",
- "The year is 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of streaming. \"10.99k start\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"11k today?\"",
- "The year is 1958. Jack Hutton, curator of the Nottingham Museum of Art, appraises his collection with a trained eye. He takes out his notepad and begins jotting down today's schedule »11.99 MMR« he writes. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues writing »12k today?«",
- "The year is 200 AD J4CKIEUS Caesar wipes a goose feather over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of conquering. “X.IC Legion start”, he writes on his war table. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues writing. “XI legions today?”",
- "The year is 1980. J4ckie Dahmer wipes a rag over his latest victim and sits down for another day of serial killing. “10.99 kill start”, he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Indigestion from the bodies he ate?Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues typing. “11k victims today?”",
- "The year is 2021. Twitch chat wipes Cheeto-encrusted paws across their collective foreheads and logs in for another day of pasting pastas in chat. \"11.99k pastas in the notepad,\" they note. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across their face. Lust? Indigestion? Mel Ankley? Only they know. They continue pasting versions of, \"12k today?\"",
- "The year is 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely greased over neckbeard and sits down for another day of discord moderation. \"10.99k bans start\", he types into his moderator chat. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Horny? Involuntary Celebacy? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"11k today?\"",
- "The year is 2016. Old J4ckie brushes a comb through his youthful curly locks and sits down for another day of streaming. \"Wacky decks ALL DAY\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Fun? Egg Druid? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"<3\"",
- "It is the year 2021. Jackie wipes a hand across his completely bald head as he tots up his Hearthstone expenditure. An indescribable expression crosses his face. Hope? Fear? Abject terror of what Venese will do when she finds out? Only he knows, and it is gone in an instant. He opens up the shop and types, \"£11k today?\"",
- "The year is 1996. Jackie Spice wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of streaming. \"I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want\", he types. An indescribable look crosses his face. Hope? Fear? Mel B? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing: \"What I really really really want is 10k today\"",
- "The year is 2022. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his well-kept face and hair and sits down for another day of streaming. \"Last stream before Battlegrounds World Championship finals\", he types into his stream title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Confidence? Focus? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"18k today?\"",
- "The year is 3.5 billion BC. Single-celled J4ckie wipes a cloth over his cell membrane and sits down for another day of evolving. \"1 cell start\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his nucleus. Hope? Fear? Cell Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"2 cells today?\"",
- "The year is 1997. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely pixelised face and gets ready for another day of pokemon training. \"Bulbasaur starter\", he writes into his journal. For a brief moment, an identifiable monster rustles in the long grass. Hoppip? Fearow? Mankey? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues writing. \"Boulder Badge today?\"",
- "The year is 1800. Famous geologist and explorer sir J4ck Chan sits in his tent and wipes a handkerchief over his bald head. He starts another day of exploring and notes in his expedition journal \"11 plateaus described\". For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows and it's gone in an instant. He continues noting \"12 plateaus today?\"",
- "The year is flannel. J4ckiechan faces his wipes and downs another stream of day sits. \"Mel start...\" he titles the moment indescribable, flickers brief across his types stream. continues? instant? 10k? hopes he fears and an it's gone. today, 11k typing \"Ankley..?\".",
- "The year is 2021. J4ckiechan wipes some Just for Men onto his balding head and is ready for bed. He sees that V3nese is already there waiting for him. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Desire? Lust? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He whips out his phone and sends a message to Tempoflow who had just started spectating him: \"11k tonight?\"",
- "The year is 203. J4ckiemus wipes a piece of cloth over his completely bald muscular head as he steps into the ring for another day of gladiatorial combat. \"10.99k foes slain\", he yells to the audience. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues yelling. \"11k today?\"",
- "The year is 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a cloth over a delicious aged cheddar and places it back in the cave for another year of maturing. \"9.9 billion bacteria start\", he writes into his cheese logbook. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Babybel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues writing. \"10 billion bacteria today?\"",
- "The year is 2021. Mel Ankley wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of being mentioned in some randomer's twitch channel. \"10.99k mentions start\", he recalls. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Jack Hutton? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. The prospect of more mentions occupies his mind \"11k today?\"",
- "The year is 2035. J4ckiechan wipes a handful of talc over his bald head and prepares for another day of beating Guinness world records. \"11k ab rolls start\", he exclaims to the jury verifying his record attempt. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues exclaiming. \"12k ab rolls today?\"",
- "The year is DUHP. J4ckie wipes a DUHP over his completely DUHP head and sits down for another day of DUHP. \"DUHP\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable DUHP flickers across his face. DUHP? DUHP? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"DUHP\"",
- "The year is 2034, Jackie puts on his anti chocolate raisin top on for the last time as his campaign to remove chocolate raisins from production is successful. He sheds a tier looking at his tier list, and just about manages to pluck up the courage to declare \"MEL ANKLEY IS HOW IT IS PRONOUNCED!, today we get 5k.\"",
- "The year is 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of Mel Ankley pasta reading. \"11.99k pasta start\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"12k today?\"",
- "The year is 2001. Young J4ckiechan rubs his head with a sticky hand and sits down for another day of kindergarten and hand licking. \"Teletubbies are coming\", he thinks as the cameras set up for filming. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows and its gone in an instant. He continues thinking \"I'm gonna lick my hands on TV\"",
- "The year is 1996. Young J4ckiechan rubs his head with a sticky hand and sits down for another day of crying and shitting himself. \"Goo goo ga ga\", he yells at his bewildered mother. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across her face. Could this be the day he finally says his first word? He continues wailing, and slowly but surely, words begin to form: \"Mel... Ankley?\"",
- "The year is 30. J4ckie Christ wipes a hand through his fabulous long hair as he walks into the hall for supper. \"11 apostles…\" he proclaims. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flicker across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues to proclaim \"12 Apostles…\"",
- "The year is 1279. J4ckie Khan wipes a piece of horse leather over his completely bald head and rides out for another day of conquering. \"3.3 billion hectar conquered\", he writes in his log. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues writing. \"4 billion today?\"",
- " The year is 1949. Time travelling J4ckiechan wipes his brow behind the bar in a crowded Las Vegas gin joint. \"9.99 in tips\", he notes to himself. For a moment, he thinks he spies a famous crooner on the other side of the bar. Bob Hope? Fred Astaire? Mel Tormé? In a flash, the figure is gone. \"10 bucks today?\" he mutters.",
- "The year is 1969. J4ck Armstrong wipes his glove over his space suit helmet and steps out onto the moon. \"Apollo 10 start\" He relays to Houston. For a moment, he pauses as an indescribable looks flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows and its gone in an instant. He continues \"Apollo 11 today?\"",
- "The year is early 2021. J4ckiechan has travelled back in time to undo past mistakes. \"You've got this Jack\" he stutters to himself. He turns on the stream with real j4ckie knocked out in the closet behind him. He gets to the part he's been preparing for all this time. \"Melanch... Mel Ankley..?\"",
- "A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... Jackie Han wipes a cloth across his completely bald forehead and prepares for another day's smuggling. \"Starting Kessel Run\", he types. An indescribable look crosses his face. A New Hope? The Force? Mos Eisley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"Less than 12 parsecs today?\"",
- "The year is 1866. Captain J4ck Nemo wipes a flannel over periscope of his submarine and sits down for another day of the expedition. \"19k leagues under the seas\", he scribes into the ship logbook. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues scribing. \"20k leagues today?\"",
- "Stardate 47634.44, Streamer's log: I started the day with a facial cleanse. The Multi-Memetic Reactor or MMR is at 10.99 kiloduhps. During the level 2 diagnostic today, for a brief moment, an indescribable output flickered across the main screen. Tea? Earl Grey? Mel Ankley? Only Data knows, and it was gone in an instant. 11kiloduhps today?",
- "The year is 2020. J4ckie-19 spreads across globe and ends up in India. \"3 Variant start?\" He thinks. An indescribable look flickers across his viral shell. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows and its gone in an instant. He prepares \"Delta Variant today?\"",
- "The year is 793. J4ckiechan washes his face with sea water as the longships approach Lindisfarne. \"The raid starts\", he yells to his brethren. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues yelling. \"Viking age today?\"",
- "A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... EPISODE IV: A NEW HOPE? FEAR? MEL ANKLEY? Jackie Han wipes a cloth over his completely bald head and prepares for another day of smuggling. \"Starting Kessel Run\", he types. An indescribable look crosses his face. Is the Force with him? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"Under 12 parsecs today?\"",
- "It's 64 million BC. VelociJ4cktor screeches as it wipes its head on the underside of a leaf. \"10k decibel screech...\" it claws into a nearby tree. As it winds up another deafening noise, it wonders what sort of dinosaur it'll eat for dinner today. Brontosaurus? Stegosaurus? Mel Ankylosaur? It'll find out later it thinks as it screeches once again. \"11k decibels tomorrow...?\"",
- "The year is 2021. J4ckio Chiellini wipes a towel over his completely bald head and runs onto the pitch for extra time of the final. \"11 fouls start\", referee warns him about his offenses. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He commits a 12th foul.",
- " The year is 1990. J4ckie Spielberg wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits for another day of movie directing. \"$100m budget start\", he types into the movie plans, as he deliberates who to hire as lead. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Mel Gibson? Mel Brooks? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues... \"$110m today?\"",
- "The year is 1985. Super J4ckio adjusts his moustache and jumps up for another day of plumbing. \"World 1-1 start\", he thinks to himself. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. \"Save the princess today?\"",
- "The year is 2021. J4ckiechan sits at his desk streaming battlegrounds like any other day, when he hears the familiar chirp of a notification. \"11 breakups in the past...\" the TTS man states. for a brief moment, an indescribable look crosses J4cks face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Chat soon find out, as the TTS man continues... \"12 breakups today.\"",
- "The year is 2021. Pepper scratches her paws over a carpet and sits down for another day of napping. \"11 naps start\" she purrs quietly. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across her face. Hunger? Curiosity? Mel Ankley? Only she knows, and it's gone in an instant. She continues purring. \"12 naps today?\"",
- "The year is 2024. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and warms up for his final race of the Paris Olympic Games. \"Make your way to the starting line\" the umpire announces. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across J4ckie's face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He awaits the starting gun. \"Olympic Marble racing gold today?\"",
- "The year is 2021 J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits down to watch the final of the Euros. \"Amazing England start\", he drunkenly shouts. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues shouting. \"0 years of hurt today?\"",
- "The year is 2021. Lemon wipes his beautiful hair off of his brow and opens notepad for another day of writing fresh pastas. \"the year is 2069\" he notes. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across their face. Nice? NIIIICE? Mel Ankley? Only they know. They continue writing, \"actually debuting a new pasta today?\"",
- "The year is 2022. Cube rubs wax into his mustache and gazes into the mirror. \"I mustache you a question\" they note. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across their face. Lust? Amazement? Mel Ankley? Only they know. They continue gazing; \"mustache update today?\"",
- "The year is 1541. Town Crier Jacketh shineth his bell-end with vigour and doth proceedeth unto the town square for another day of bellowing. \"9.99 OH-YAYYYY start\", he yells into a peasants face. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Hear ye? Mel Ankley? Only himmith knows, and it's doth gone upon an instant. He maintaineth dingling \"10 OH-YAYYY today?\"",
- "The year is 3258LY. Sith Lord Darth J4ckie wipes a flannel over his helmet and sits down for another day of conquering galaxy. \"11.99k planetary systems start\", he transmits a report to the Emperor. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues transmitting. \"12k planetary systems today?\"",
- "The Unix Time Stamp is 1628092800. Internet Service Provider of J4CKIECHAN flushes DNS Cache on their completely distraction free terminal emulator \"11.99k packets lost\" message is generated in the log. For a brief moment, an indescribable tearing flickers across its screen. Virus? Trojan? Mel Ankley? Only OS Kernel knows, and it's gone in an instant. The log continues: \"12k packets lost today?\"",
- "The stardate is 47821.5. Captain J4ckie Picard of the USS Enterprise wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and enters the bridge for another day of space exploration. \"Warp 8.9 start\", he types into his log. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"Warp 9 today?\"",
- " The yeaw iws 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a fwannew ovew hiws compwetewy bawd head awnd sits down fow anothew day of stweaming. \"10.99k stawt\", he types intwo hiws titwe. Fow a bwief moment, an indescwibabwe wook fwickews acwoss hiws face. Hope? feaw? mew ankwey? onwy he knows, awnd it’s gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"11k today?\"",
- "The date is Wednesday. J4ckiemarble rolls up to the starting line of the grand prix. \"10kph start...\" he thinks, revving his engine. For a brief moment, an indescribable icon flickers across his dashboard. Low fuel? Check engine? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues thinking. \"11kph today?\"",
- "The year is 1986. Goth Jackie wipes a cloth over his completely white forehead and prepares for another day's emoing. \"I don't care if Monday's blue\", he types. An indescribable look crosses his face? Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Everyone knows it's Mel Ankley, and it's permanent. He continues typing. \"It's Friday, I'm in love.\"",
- "The year is 2021. J4ndice passes a flannel through her ghostly, ethereal head and sits down for another day of battlegrounds. \"Murloc token start\", she remarks as the contest begins. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across her face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only she knows, and it’s gone in an instant. She ponders the possiblities. \"11 triples today?\"",
- "The year is 2420. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his dreadlocks and sits down for another day of CBD production. \"11.99k CBD chocolates start\", he types into his journal. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Increased appetite? Relaxation? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"12k today?\"",
- "7h3 y34r 15 2030. j4ck13ch4n w1p35 4 fl4nn3l 0v3r h15 c0mpl373ly b4ld h34d 4nd 5175 d0wn f0r 4n07h3r d4y 0f 57r34m1n6. \"11.99k 574r7\", h3 7yp35 1n70 h15 717l3. f0r 4 br13f m0m3n7, 4n 1nd35cr1b4bl3 l00k fl1ck3r5 4cr055 h15 f4c3. h0p3? f34r? m3l 4nkl3y? 0nly h3 kn0w5, 4nd 17'5 60n3 1n 4n 1n574n7. h3 c0n71nu35 7yp1n6. \"12k 70d4y?\"",
- "The year is 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of streaming. \"10.9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999melankley999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999",
- "The year is 2021. J4CKIECHAN starts another day of streaming and scribbles to Twitch chat \"11.999...k start.\" Only Mel Ankley knows for sure. \"12k today?\" Chat informs him that he already reached 12k yesterday.",
- "The year is 3021 J4ckiechan sits for another day of mercenaries. \"Level 11.99k Milhouse start\" he types into his title. Chat asks how long he will play mercenaries for. An indescribable look of fear flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mil Housey? Only he knows and it's gone in an instant. \"Eh not gonna do it fulltime or anything\", he answers while typing \"Level 12k Milhouse today?\"",
- "The year is 2022, J4ckie wipes a flannel over his bald head \"10.5K start\" was the stream title. Other players left for Super Auto Pets long ago \"Stupid game, I'll never play\" he says as chat raves about the $100M prize at the SAP Twitch event. A look crosses his face as his secret session begins: Hippo? Flamingo? Mel Ankley? he plays daily but would never admit it, \"10 wins today?\"",
- "The day is 16th November 2021. Pepperchan wipes a paw over her furry little head and sits down for another day of grooming \"11 months, 30 day start\", she miaows. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across her face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only she knows, and it’s gone in an instant. She continues miaowing. \"12 months today?\" pepperBirthday",
- "The year is 2022. Expert Ham Sniffer JoaquinChan of Spain sits down for another day of inhalation. \"800 hams today!\" he sniffs. The conveyor belt rumbles to life, glistening pigpork glides towards his twitching nostrils. An indescribable gammon whispers to his face. Hope? Fear? Meat quality? Only he knows and it's gone in an instant. He continues sniffing \"801 hams tomorrow?\"",
- "The year is 2022. J4ckiechan wipes a toilet paper over his completely stuffy nose and sits down for another day of miming. \"0 words start\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Sore Throat? Runny Nose? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"1 word today?\"",
- "The yeardle is 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel overdle his completely baldle headle andle sits down fordle anotherdle day of streaming. \"10.99k stardle\", he types into his tidle. Fordle a brief moment, an indescribadle look flickerdles across his face. Hopedle? Feardle? Medle Ankdle? Only he knows, andle it’s gone in an instandle. He continues typing. \"11k today?\"",
- "The year is 1880. Detective J4ckie Holmes wipes a flannel over his deerstalker hat and sits down for another day of crime solving. \"10.99k cases solved\" he jots down in his notebook. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Melementary my dear Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"11k cases today?\"",
- "The year is 2022. J4ckie, Blade of Birmingham wipes a flannel over his golden armour and sits down for another day of killing tarnished. \"11.99k kills start\", he types into a message. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Enia? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"12k kills today?\"",
- "The year is 996 AN. Zaunite Jack wipes a towel over his chemtech enhanced head. \"6 robbery start\", he graffities on the wall. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Robbing Heimerdinger? Jayce? Mel Medarda? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues graffitiing. \"7 robberies today\"?",
- "The year is 2022. J4ckie cracks open bottle of beer and sits down on sofa for another day of watching Nottingham Forest play in Premier League. \"22 players signed\", commentator informs the audience. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across J4ck's face. Clough? Lingard? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. Pundits continue talking, \"23rd signing today?\"",
- "The year is 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of preparing to Pokémon PVP battle. \"Zero battle start\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"First battle today?\"",
- "The year is 2024. Jack's chair grunts under the pressure of his gym deprived body as he sits down for another day of pure Path of Pain. His sausage fingers clatter at the keyboard as he enters the stream title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Marbles withdrawal? Heart disease? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"Path of Pain completion today?\"",
- "The year is 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of streaming. \"Ascension 9 start\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Dead branch? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"Ascension 10 today?\"",
- "The year is 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of streaming. \"Act 1 start\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Hope? Fear? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"Act 2 today?\"",
- "The year is 2033. J4CK GPT wipes a flannel over his completely artificial head and sits down for another day of hearthstone rap auto generation. \"Meat Wagon...\" he adds to his lyrics. For a brief CPU cycle, an indescribable thought enters his neural network. Hope? Fear? Intel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues processing. \"It's a bit of a \<error\: undefined\>\"",
- "The year is 3.5 billion BC. Single-celled J4ckie wipes a cloth over his cell membrane and sits down for another day of evolving. \"1 cell start\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his nucleus. Hope? Fear? Cell Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"2 cells today?\"",
- "The year is 2023, an out of shape J4ckie wipes his sweat and blood stained running top over his exhausted brow. for a moment something indescribable flickers across his face, fear? desperation? Mel Ankley?? only he knows and it’s gone in an instant as he continues thinking, \"12.99 mile start, 13.109 miles today?\"",
- "The year is 2024. Sandwich theorist J4ckie wipes a cloth over his sweaty forehead and sits down for another day of proving the J4ckie-Chan crust-to-flesh ratio conjecture.\"10.9k diagram start\" he types into his abstract. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Crust? Bread? Mel Ankley? Only he knows and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing \"11k diagrams today?\"",
- "The year is 2030. J4ckiechan wipes a flannel over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of spellcheck streaming. \"Easy mode start\", he types into his title. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Mal Enkley? El Mankly? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it's gone in an instant. He continues typing. \"Hard mode today?\"",
- "The year is 2024. J4ckiechan wipes a telescope voucher over his completely bald head and sits down for another day of levelling up high card. \"This will piss twitch chat off\", he thinks. For a brief moment, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Smugness? Pride? Mel Ankley? Only he knows, and it’s gone in an instant. He continues buying celestial packs. \"Level 56 high card today?\"",
- "Tired after yet another long 4 hour shift, hard-working streamer J4ckiechan shuts off his pc, stretches and yawns. \“I probably should have said hello to that nobody I raided...\” He thinks to himself. For a brief second, an indescribable look flickers across his face. Amusement? Disdain? Mel Ankley? It disappears as quickly as it arrived. \“Maybe tomorrow.\” He says, knowing full well he’s only lying to himself. \“Lizzie! Chuck us a bath on love, I’m knackered!\” He yells",
- "Nous sommes en 2030. Jacquéchan essuie un gant de toilette sur son crâne complètement chauve et s'assoit pour une nouvelle journée de streaming. « 10.99k start », tape-t-il dans son titre. Pendant un bref instant, un regard indescriptible traverse son visage. De l'espoir ? La peur ? Mél Ankleau ? Lui seul le sait, et ce regard disparaît en un instant. Il continue à taper. « 11 000 aujourd'hui ? »"
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