DESINC/JOLLY FANFICTION

	It all started the day I booted up a new session of Half-Life 2. There was a new mod I wanted to try called, A Brotastic Adventure. The screenshots looked sorta shitty, but I had heard that there was a chance of connecting to another player and the game would be affected. I had been watching Jolly Wancore's channel and he was playing it, it just looked so cool and fun, and you never know I might have a chance and meet with him in the game.

	The stream was on and the game was booted up, I was all ready to go. The game started off easily enough, a boring cutscene followed by some in game walking. It seemed this was all about a mansion that had been ransacked. My character was this homeless man with ripped clothes, all I had as a weapon was the broken bottle I started with. So far this did not seem like a Brotastic Adventure. The map was pretty creepy yet poorly made. The textures were glitched in a few spots but the ambience really put me on edge. Watching Jolly play it I thought he was merely jesting about the scariness like he usually does.

	About ten minutes into the map I realized it was an almost remake of the resident evil 1, and non of the spaces were big enough for me to start doing some cool tricks. I told myself that after ten more minutes I would switch to another map, since this one was just creepy and a replacement map. Another thing that bothered me was the seeming lack of partner. Jolly found one withing five minutes yet I didn't and I was fifteen minutes into the map. The chat was spamming for me to change games, and I was heavily tempted. Then suddenly, a partner appeared.

	My partner had the username, KiethTheBoer, and he was this tanned homeless man but instead of a broken bottle it seemed he had a gravity gun. Maybe this would actually become a tiny bit interesting. After Kieth joined the map seemed to change. Alot of rooms had enemies and puzzles combined now. I had never seen a map like this. After twenty-five minutes we finally found a puzzle we couldn't solve. So like a wuss I checked out JollyWangcore's video, but he hadn't released part two yet which is the part we were at. Jolly was streaming though and I decided to check it out.

	Imagine my shock to find out he was still playing this mod, and it seemed he was trapped in the same spot! His partner was standing still, what a loser. I went back to the game, I messaged my partner that we should go back and see if we missed anything. We came to the door only to find it locked. Suddenly a steam message popped up. "we are locked in here now, dont worry well find a way!!!" For some reason though the username was JollyWangcore instead of KiethTheBoer. I could barely contained my excitement on the stream, I made a small squeel then muted my mic. I invited him to join my discord, he sadly said no thanks. That he was better than me. He didn't have time for a small fry like me. My anger was heightened, I couldn't contain it, I smashed my headset to the ground. Then I looked at my monitor.

	He was just standing there trying to solve the problem, as if he was perfect. I despised him and his entire being. I got back to my computer chair and pretnded to help him. Then when we finally got it complete, I proceeded to stab him in the back with my bottle. I felt good. I felt powerful. I started yelling about how I was truly superior to him, how he was a failure and could barely complete a tiny bit scary mod without pissing his pants. It just felt good to kill him in the game, and each time he died I proceeded to continue untill he finally quit the game itself. I finally had won. I messaged him
"DeSinc is best..."