Wassup, dewd?
I'm Maji Man, or as they call me on earth, Jack Goodwin, and I'm a totally wicked super-being from a planet on the edge of the universe called Rhodhon.
I'm here to play games, play the system, but most importantly to make the world a wackier place. So you'd better follow and subscribe, or you are gonna miss all that crazy action.
(Model was made in Vtuber kit by Kyuppin, go check it out)
I'll be most active on here, giving you updates on any content such as streams, series,, etc etc, so be sure to hit follow if you wanna know what I'm up to! Make a note of my streaming schedule too;
But first... Just two clicks to follow my Twitch! Once to open it, again to follow (or click right here to see all my other socials too)
Much like in other places, I have rules here too. I'll keep it short:
1: Keep talk about other creators to a minimum, if you please. This is my blog, about my content, not theirs. I'd appreciate it if you'd not muddle things too much.
2: Talking about ANY drama, particularly allegations, is STRICTLY PROHIBITED AT ALL TIMES AND WILL RESULT IN AN INSTANT BLOCK. Why? Because we live in a day and age where most of the allegations you see are false. People do themselves in because of that sort of thing, and I don't even want to risk being a part of it.
3: I'd prefer it if any questions or ideas were submitted to my asks rather than comments or reblogs. Just makes things easier to sieve through, yknow?
Aaaaand... thats it for now! I look forward to having a blast with all of you.
Struggling with technical difficulties? Make an alt account where you pretend to be a single, huge-breatsed, lonely vtuber girl and I bet you $20 that people will line up to help you rather than call you an idiot for not knowing what to do
Soooo... it looks like neither Streamlabs or OBS can't record through my capture card anymore.
What does this mean? Oh, only that over 95% of my games are completely impossible to record now. So that's fun. Great device guys, I can see why you stupid fucks think there's gonna be one of these in every home 👍
Here's what this means:
1: For the foreseeable, I'm strictly a pokemon streamer, or whatever I can put in an emulator or play through Flashpoint
2: Any and all ongoing content that requires a capture card, so like, all of it, will be discontinued.
3: Any regularly scheduled streams of particular games requiring a capture card, i.e TMNT Splintered Fate, other console exclusives, etc etc will be permanently discontinued.
Like I said. Very bad news. But its been two days and nothing I do works. And I'm a bit begrudged to actually spend money on Steam because, as we now know, this computer can just go BBBZZZTTT and then a major function is now gone, as is a problem with digital download licenses disguised as games. So yeah. Expect very few paid games too because I'm not exactly minted.
Once my reserve of series and games has been exhausted content-wise, I will be graduating, or for those not familiar with vtuber lingo, quitting. I don't know when that will be, but hopefully sooner rather than later.
Starting a long-form letsplay of Sonic Adventure (and maybe even Huniepop 2) with Dubhe (the best and nicest Vtuber around, so be excited, I don't do collabs)
Deeeefinitely gotta do the Arkham games
Pokemon Black: Master Mode (never heard of that? Watch my pokemon streams ;))
Pokemon Legends ZA (gonna test it over Christmas, see if its worth it)
At some point, making a video of my absolute worst ships ever and picking the best idea of the year from @worlds-worst-vs
"bUt i cAnT CoMe uP wiTh IdEaS sO tHaTs wHy I MaKe ExClUsIvElY ReAcTiOn cOnTeNt-" stfu, it isn't hard
Gonna start streaming in the next couple days when I have internet in my new place, so see you then, hopefully~
Maji Man Reviews: Tiny Tina's Wonderlands (first 90 minutes)
A short, spoiler-free review of Tiny Tina's Wonderlands! (I've only played around two or so hours so far, so don't spoil me further, if you do, then you're an absolute nimrod who probably sucks their own toes after jogging) Click under the cut to read;
Alright, let's get one thing straight; I absolutely fucking DESPISE things like D&D, Warhammer, Magic The Gathering, or anything like that. Yu-Gi-Oh is ok, but that's only because there are videogames where I can play against a computer and not some 19 year old asshole trying to get revenge on behalf of nerds who got bullied before he was even born, so I really had no idea what to expect. Seeing a 20 sided die on the title screen and some agree-disagree popups to do with online stuff made me roll my eyes hard, but...
...I am pleasantly surprised! This game is excellent so far and I'm thoroughly enjoying it.
Tina is so funny. Silly baby. Her childlike imagination makes for fantastic comedic writing which has had me laughing pretty consistently, and the zany nature of the world she builds make the game unpredictable in the most fun of ways. Like, seriously. The writing is phenomenal and the voice acting is top notch.
In essence, you're playing Tina's D&D campaign. Or whatever its supposed to be. You pick your class, design your character, and you blast your way through undead with basically any manner of weapon. Particularly guns.
Its essentially D&D meets Serious Sam meets COD Zombies meets Borderlands.
Oh, and bonus points for trans representation. With the climate around trans people these days, its something of a brave choice. You can both choose your characters pronouns regardless of how you make them look (50 year old fat bald Englishmen beware) and there's even a trans character, if you can pick up on the subtext. Plus, there's rainbows like, everywhere. Nice one, devs.
Oh, and it has Will Arnett in it. Even more bonus points.
I'll edit and update you on my final review after I finish the game
im planning on starting a Minecraft SMP I’ll get back to you when I have enough people to actually run it 😔
I don't know what an SMP is, but what I do know is that I'll need to light a candle for you if you're doing it with minecraft, because from my experience, you've got your work cut out for you (read under the cut for my review of minecraft)
Your life if you were Maji Man: Who's behind the purple-eyed space being?
I got this idea the other day, so I'm gonna outline a vague description of my life story. A lot is missing. Names have been changed and details have been shrouded, but if you're interested, read. If you're not, don't.
Anyways, this is a glimpse into what your life would be like if you were the person- or maybe something else- behind the vtuber/vblogger.
Please check the tags before you read. This is a very long post.
You're born in a small, cold town in the south of England. Its practically ancient with streets so old that there were probably public executions on them, and statues of people from so long ago that barely anyone who isn't a historian can even guess who they might be. You move away fairly immediately for the first year or so of your life, during which you learn to appreciate shiny things and can't stop picking them up. Not coins though, because you learn very quickly that they're valuable to other people.
Better enjoy that mindset while it lasts.
Anyway, by 18 months, you're fluent in English, your native language and the only one you'll ever speak. In 2025, having spoken your first words by age 8 is a major academic achievement, but even by standards back then, this is pretty impressive. You move back to the area you were born in and live in an area just behind a large field with some forestry, spending a lot of your childhood outside climbing trees, carrying sticks as if they were swords and getting absolutely filthy. Nothing a bath won't fix.
At age 3, you start nursery. You're clearly different from other children, since you put things that fascinate you above even your own life sometimes. The teachers don't know what to do with you, so they just punish you whenever you don't fall in line. You're confused, but whatever, you didn't want to go on the class trip anyway, so you sit at the nursery making masterpieces with glue, sequins and felt tip pens for a lot of your time there.
Shortly after that, you start infant school. At the same infant school, you meet a girl. We'll call her Lyra. And you don't know it yet, but she's gonna change your life in many ways. You attach to her fairly early, and she uses this opportunity to nurture you. She does your coat buttons up for you because you're not good with them yet, totes you around like a stray dog and generally looks after you. You like her.
You also meet a boy, who we'll call Jimmy, who you click with instantly. He becomes your brother. You spend almost every day with him, until he starts a rumour about you and you don't talk to him for a while. It should've been forever, but we'll get to that later.
Infant school is very uneventful, but the teachers there notice something very off about you. You obsess over things and know way more than they'd like you to. You give up on things if they don't work, because that's how your logical pathways tell you to act, and you spend most of your time alone. This is about the point where you get diagnosed with Autism, and you don't know it yet, but you fall perfectly on the point of the spectrum that essentially marks you for death.
A while later, you start primary school, and you don't know it yet, but these will be some of the absolute worst years of your life. Even so, you stay optimistic because you're excited to try something new. You meet a girl a few years in who's a bit strange. Let's call her Margaret. She insults you a lot and pushes you around, but you just avoid her. You learn early on that its best to avoid people like her, because whenever you told the teachers, they didn't really care. She was far from the only one, you experience a lot of racism too, but again, nobody really cares, so you move on. One day, Margaret comes up to you without warning, takes your glasses off of your face and snaps them in half, then throws them on the ground. The teachers don't react. She does it again in the first year of primary school. The teachers, again, don't react. So one day, you say to her "wow Margaret, its no wonder you have no friends".
Then, from across the playground, you hear an ear-piercing "OI!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!!". A dinner lady heard you. But she's always yelling, so you don't care. Then, when you get back to class later, the teacher pulls you outside and absolutely chews you out. You're just a confused 8 year old, wondering why this is such a big deal, as a grown woman guilts you into apologizing to someone who's never had to say the word "sorry" in her life.
On that day, you learn a very important lesson which will be important later.
Remember Lyra? Your best friend? Well, something very bad happens to her while at school; a boy gropes her. You go ballistic, fighting her corner and protecting her from everything that moved, but the teachers? No reaction. And that very same boy who did it would also end up targeting you next. Thankfully, you had autism strength so he didn't touch you.
But the things he would whisper to you, and the disgusting things he'd say to you, would haunt you for years.
Why didn't you fight him off? Why didn't you react? Because everyone protected him. So you just had to take it.
(author's note, that kid grew up to be a serial rapist and abuser, with videos, confessions, etc plastered all over the internet to prove it. He has never once been arrested. Everyone defends him)
Primary school ends, and let's just say you won't miss it, but things are about to take a dark turn. You go to an all-boys school, so you and Lyra are separated, but you remain friends. You and Jimmy are still together though, and you walk to school together every morning.
You immediately learn that this place is more like a prison than a school, and you very quickly learn your place... at the bottom.
It doesn't take long for the bullying to start. Groups of the cowards surround you, shove you, insult you. Then, when the teachers give the go ahead by doing nothing, just like always, the real violence begins. You won't remember all of these beatings, much less will you be able to count them, but what does it matter? They're having fun. They're safe from punishment while you're just their literal punching bag. Then one day, it gets worse.
One day, when you're walking home, you see two boys bullying someone in your class. You unthinkingly yell at them to leave him alone, and they do. Because now they're moving onto you. They drag you into an alleyway, and they just. Won't. Stop. You're a stoic kid, so you don't cry. You don't yell. You even try fighting back, but one holds you while the other hits you. Then they switch. They take turns for what was realistically a minute or two, but felt like ages. They were bigger than you. Stronger than you. And you felt it.Then they leave, as if it has never happened.
You look at your shirt. The blood... it looked like the shirt had always been red. There was so much of it. You could hide the bruises, you could hide the pain, but you can't hide this. Your parents would find out today, whether you liked it or not.
You try to avoid it as you walk inside, but your dad sees. He's furious. He demands to know where they live, but you don't know. You don't care. You just want it to be over. You want it to stop.
For the first time... you want to die.
Your mum contacts the school immediately. You've never seen her like this before. Never seen her so angry. And the school? Here's a direct quote;
"We have a thousand students, so the problems of one don't matter".
Then it became clear. You were different. Different mind, different skin... these weren't just bullying incidents. These were hate crimes. And the teachers were the ringleaders. So these kids could ruin your life, beat you like a throw rug, but you got a detention for simply having your tie stolen? Seriously?
That day, you learned another very important lesson.
(author's note: after mum threatened to go to the media with this and ruin the school's reputation, the boys received a breaktime detention. Brilliant)
Things didn't get better. The bullies got bolder. More violent. Then the death threats started. These weren't regular bullies either. Many of them were drug dealers. Carried knives. They could, and would, if they thought they'd get away with it. So that, among other things, caused your family to move. Far.
Entirely new area, far from anything you'd ever known. You stay in contact with Jimmy and Lyra, but you know nobody and nothing here. But you don't care. You're safe and alive. Though, you're about to learn a few different life lessons here.
Now in your mid-teens, you start a YouTube channel, through which you meet a girl you really like. Your first girlfriend! Things are long distance, but you don't care, really. She lives close enough to your old area, and the two of you really get along, and plus, you feel like a baller now. You have a girlfriend!
Well, you FELT like a baller, until she went to one particular party.
She gets home and, in a call with you, casually drops that a guy groped her while she was there. Remembering Lyra, you are absolutely mortified. You demand to know who and where he is, possibilities of what you might do dancing around in your mind. Then she hits you with something that confuses you;
"Nah, its fine. I gave him my number".
You have no words. None whatsoever. You question her on it, but she gets defensive. Extremely defensive. She hangs up and doesn't talk to you for a day. Says she needed time to forgive you. And that's when it starts.
She starts going to this guy's house regularly without telling you, and to cover her tracks, she starts an argument between you and your parents, then when she gets found out, she blames it on that. Creative. But this starts to happen fairly regularly. She spends more time with other guys than she does with you, so in an act of defiance, you have a girl you know over to your house. You play lego star wars with her, and have an absolute blast, which enrages your girlfriend.
Keep in mind, she spends entire days at other guy's houses, including the one who groped her, BY CHOICE, and she's flipping out at you for hanging out with one girl. Anyway...
She starts bullying you. Whittling away your confidence. Suddenly, small things upset you. You feel drained. You feel... worthless. You want... to punish yourself.
You start just scratching with pins at first. Then small pieces of metal. Then you reach for a razorblade.
The blood terrifies you. You think you might die, but you don't care.
Remember, you deserve this.
At some point, her behaviour... changes. She's been cheating, and deep down you know it, but you're completely forbidden from saying anything. From a certain point onward, she only wears hoodies, even though its summer. She's more irritable. She cries easily. You've visited her, and know fort a fact that her wardrobe had nowhere near the amount of baggy clothes it did during this time, so something was up.
Then one day, she has a friend over. You, like a deer in headlights, message her telling her to drink responsibly and have fun. This, and you will never know why, sets the friend off. This friend berates you, degrades you, tells you you're every form of evil under the sun combined, all from your girlfriend's account. You're confused. But that doesn't matter. Nothing you feel matters. They both block you from her account, and you turn off your phone, hoping things blow over the next day.
They don't.
You open your messages to see more insults, dozens of breakup quotes, vitriol that should only be reserved for an enemy. Then you feel something you haven't felt before... something everyone had always warned you against. Something that ignites in your heart like a roman candle.
You feel hatred.
You dump her on the spot and tell her to drop dead, but your day isn't over. Later, someone you know messages you asking what happened. You're confused. You hadn't told anyone yet. Then they showed you...
Minutes after the two of you had broken up, she had changed her relationship status on Facebook. She was officially with the guy she swore up and down she wasn't cheating with. She swore on her own life. She swore on your life. Yet as you were dumping her... she as with him.
Get used to that hatred.
We're skipping ahead a while to close off this chapter, but roughly two years later, you get a Facebook memory that shows you her profile. Then you see something you didn't think you'd see, yet were totally unsurprised by.
Her profile picture? A baby. And the guy she cheated with. And looking at the baby, with two front teeth and all, it became abundantly clear.
Her change in behaviour? Her new wardrobe? The desperate rush to get you to dump her, her friend going off on you, the messages, the threats, the bullying... she was pregnant. While she was with you. So she needed you out. And you didn't know it yet, but she'd be the nicest one.
Around this time, you stop talking to Jimmy too. He messages you raging about girls, how they won't join his "harem". Lyra later shows you that he'd threatened to beat her up if she didn't sleep with him, so you aggressively end your friendship with him then and there. You despise him for what he's done.
You never talk to him again.
Following the breakup, you start going to the gym more. You grow, upwards and outwards. Turns out, you're pretty athletic and you didn't know it. You put on crazy muscle mass, and become sort of a guru for Lyra, helping her through her relationships and nasty boyfriends. You meet another girl yourself, and this one is absolutely stunning. A body like a goddess, a laugh that lit up a room, and what's more? She was way into you!
She borrows your shirts, calls you pet names, comes over and leaves late. So you know you can ask her out.
But she says no. Again and again, and again. But her behaviour gets stranger.
She gets you into conflicts with other guys. Ones that she knows carry knives. She starts lying... a lot. She still treats you like her boyfriend, still send pictures of her wearing your shirts and hoodies, but something is... off. She puts you at risk. She makes things up as if its perfectly natural. You catch her in her lies regularly, but she doesn't care. She starts pushing boundaries more and more. More lies. More insults. She insults your physique so much that you start a new diet. You drop 20 kilos, down to 46.5, and she still isn't happy. You don't have abs, and that's what she wants. You do 200 sit ups a day. You eat eggs like candy, even though they make you gag. You don't eat meat anymore. Too many calories. You only drink water. You don't enjoy a meal in ages. But you start to get weaker. Slower. The gym just isn't the same anymore. You feel sick, like you could vomit, after every session, but you do it for her. You think you love her. Your hands bleed from being calloused, but you don't care. You need to impress her no matter what, even if you die trying.
One day, you're out walking with her. She smacks you on the butt mid-conversation, and foolishly thinking she did it playfully, you go to do the same to you. She jolts away and yells at you. She says she can do it to you, but you can't do it to her.
You feel a pit in your stomach. Something sinister is happening here. Another boundary pushed. Another line crossed.
Then one day shortly after, she hits you. Unprovoked. Right between the legs.
You snap.
You shove her, she falls, then you storm away and she blows up your phone, enraged than you'd dare lay your hand on her. She berates you some more. You argue.
Then you forgive her. You fool. You got what you asked for.
One day, you have an argument with her in her house. A bad one. She yells at you to leave her alone, so you do. You take the scenic route home on that cold autumn night, enjoying the cool breeze, and listening to music. The moment your phone reconnects to your house's wifi, your phone nearly vibrates out of your pocket. She's been blowing up your phone. She's furious that you left, even though you were ordered to. So you point out the irony.
Then she threatens suicide. She was losing control, and wanted it back, but you'd had enough.
"Do a flip" you tell her, blocking her. You never speak to her again.
You commit to the gym again. You start eating right, and move up from your measly 46.5 kilos all the way to 75 in just a few months. You have an eating disorder, your body will always seem disgusting, but you don't care. After the debacle with that girl, people fear you now. Even her other puppets. But it only gets better from there.
One day, you see some guys training, but not like you do. They were wearing boxing gloves, training combat sports. Two words leave your lips;
"Teach me".
And you don't know it yet, but your life is about to change forever.
They knock you around a lot, every punch, every kick, feeling like death, but its not like before. You're not afraid. There's no pit in your stomach this time. No nerves.
You feel alive.
This becomes your life now. You buy your own gloves, your own hand wraps, and you start training. You never stop.
Your routine at school? Morning cardio, 100 push ups, 100 sit ups, 100 squats and shoulder pressing a desk every morning in an empty classroom. You get there an hour early just so you have time. You train again for an hour or two after school, then when you get home, you train anywhere from an additional two to five hours. You only study in class. No classwork. You pass every exam with flying colours. You start competing. Fighting the toughest guys at your school... and yknow what? You win! In fact, you win consistently. The fear people felt for you before was replaced by a visceral terror. You tore your opponents like sugar paper, rarely losing a round, let alone a fight. People call you "The Black Demon". "Afro Ninja". Among other things. You're the first guy in school to get a tattoo, so everyone thinks you're either awesome or a delinquent, mostly the latter. Your experiences in life gave you painful memories and lifelong mental health issues, but the sport was your therapy. You took to utterly painting the walls with your enemies. Nobody dared say your name, not even in whispers. Many called you evil, but you didn't care. For the first time in your life, you feel confident. Strong. Safe.
Around this time, you start moderating an online forum, somewhere where, for the readers own sake, will not be named. Hooo boy, big mistake there, pal.
Or maybe not, because one day, a certain little buddy messages you, saying they like your work. Its Shippit! You click instantly. You fast become best friends and talk every day. You even start your next relationship through your work, which sounds good, but you quickly break up because they're upset that you won't let them date other people. And you don't know it yet, but for your generation, that's fast becoming the norm.
Shortly before you leave though, a witch you know messages you. You knew her in passing, knew she was a lifelong lesbian, but something was... off in the way she spoke to you. She was flirty, Undeniably so. Come to find out, she was obsessed with you. She sends you lewd voice notes. Wanted to meet up with you. Begged you to make her yours. And as much as 18 year old you thought he'd love this 31 year old redhead to be his girlfriend, something was very off.
She tells you she knows why you "turned" her. Because you're a demon. And for some reason, it clicks with you.
Of course... there was sadly no other explanation. People hate you. They uncontrollably feel a need to stop you, even if they don't know you. You were just a monster. You move on in life accepting this fact, not knowing that it'd end up being your death.
And of course, dumping you wasn't enough. Before you know it, you're being cyberstalked. Not just for a while, but for multiple years. All because of your ex turning your friends on you. All they'd do those days is lie to and about you, so you left, but they followed. Easily 200 accounts were made to stalk you. They take shifts watching your account, posting everything you say in the group chat, discussing ways to twist it, so eventually, you delete everything and start afresh entirely. You take Shippit with you, and head into the future.
The anxiety from that time is so bad that you regularly start to lose feeling in your hands. You have panic attacks that feel like heart attacks and you don't know why. And you're an adult now, so you're all alone. The witch's words ring in your ears almost every day.
You're not human. You're a demon. And everyone knows it the second they see you.
You try to start again, try to give love one last chance, but fail. You get ghosted, ignored, looked down upon... nobody wants you. You give up. You realize that all you can really do is keep training for the day when someone decides to really take up the hero's mantle, and finally kill you once and for all. Is it fair? No. But do you have a choice? Even less so. Hence, you give your life to your training completely, even becoming a coach to spread the martial art to the younger generation.
You also pledge to never message first again. And that's when you never hear from Lyra again. She was your best friend for 18 years, and replaced you with someone off tinder who got her a nice house.
Now an adult, everything you do revolves around training. You're proficient in 7 martial arts and train not to compete, but to fight for your life, something only you understand. Your peers have no idea that you're going to be killed by a hero. They have no clue that you don't exist, unless a hero says you do, and only then, in the way they decide. You're not afraid anymore. You're not sad. You just accept your fate.
Coaching is harder now. Gyms accept coaches based not on ability, but on popularity. The first question you're asked in every interview is how many instagram followers you have, and you start to resent your peers. They don't serve their strength, they lazily think their strength serves them. Serve thy strength as thy master, thus thy strength shall serve you- that's your motto. You refuse to address them as coaches anymore. You start calling the martial arts scene what it is- bodybuilding with gloves on.
You're made to spar against roided out freaks with the endurance of a 90 year old with a collapsed lung, and you despise them because they get whatever they want, meanwhile you're made to wait multiple years to be entered into a competition only to be told to cut weight drastically on a weekend's notice. You laugh in their faces, and stop taking them seriously, treating them like jokes.
Fast forward a year or so, and you're more feared than ever now. Someone tries to knock you out to look cool in front of the ladies in the gym? You absolutely pulverize them. Many of them quit after trying their luck, but you don't care. You make your position clear; they hit you as hard as they want to get hit. But you quickly learn that bodybuilders and their egos are a dime a dozen in combat sports these days.
The people you're made to train with are like children. Men who are there escaping the wives they paid for, and women who write entire stories about you in their heads before they've even spoken to you. Even one of the main coaches in your gym is there purely to impress women twice his age. One day, when he's being particularly showy, you give up and leave entirely.
You train at home as best as you can for a year until you move again.
You're truly yourself now. In training, you dress plainly, but outside, you wear skull accessories daily, chains, boots, leathers, the works. Your love of tattoos never went away, and now you're covered in them. People notice you now. Some sputter compliments. Others run. Some make fun of you, even film you, only for you to take their phone from them and slide it under a vending machine or something like that. You've smashed a few phones, and the idiots holding them, in your time, so you have no fear. Or maybe you just don't care.
Fast forward to the present day...
...and you've taken up vtubing. Its a nice timekiller while you drag yourself towards your death, where you get to play games unapologetically without driving people to maniacal heroism with your appearance. As for training, you're stronger than ever. Thanks to your time coaching, you can train alone and polish your skills as much as you like. Everyone still hates you, even some of your own family, but you don't really care. You've given up.
You also run a crackship blog, which some people enjoy, but most people don't. They've always known that you're off in some sort of way, but even so, your followers follow you, and your haters obsess over you. Again, you don't care, because it makes good content, and gives you an excuse to show off your editing skills. Everyone but Shippit has abandoned you, and you can feel tensions rising between you and basically everyone you know today, so you hope that one of them turns out to be the hero.
Fast forward to the day of your death, in the event that the hero finds you...
(The next two segments are somewhat speculation, since they haven't happened yet. This is just how it will most likely go)
They stand before you, surrounded by their friends, giving you a speech about how you've gone too far and need to be stopped. How you're "demon scum" who needs to be sent to hell for your crimes. You don't listen. You can't listen. You're almost crying tears of happiness at the thought of all this finally being over.
They all attack. You can feel immediately how weak they are. If you really wanted to, you could overpower them... but you don't. Knowing you're going to die anyway, you grab one of their arms, and snap it. The now useless limb flops to their side and they scream in pain. The hero becomes enraged, coming at you with everything they have. The others join.
The wounds hurt. You feel your organs being sliced, your eye swelling shut, your consciousness fading... you cough up some blood, and you start to feel cold. You look at the ground, a shimmering ocean of crimson. You know you've only got seconds left. You smile as you fall to the ground. The last thing you hear is their celebration as the life finally leaves your eyes, and the world is finally rid of you. Justice prevailed, and somewhere in the world, another child is born who will sadly have to suffer the same fate as you. Because that's what heroes do... they create their villains.
The people cheer as the news breaks. Your killers are celebrated as heroes, and your grave is regularly vandalized. The police eventually opt to scatter your ashes into the river Thames, since even in death, you inconvenience people. So eels lap up your remains like fish food. And the heroes who killed you go on to live happy, fulfilling lives, remembered for their greatest achievement, their past misdeeds forgotten.
In the event that the hero never finds you...
You sit at your kitchen table, your finger tracing the outline of the gun you got from your underground connections. You try to mutter something to yourself, but its been so many years since you've spoken to anyone, your speech is slurred and incoherent. You think of all the friends who left you. Moved on. Found someone better. You knew that, as a not-so-attractive man, that your worth is based on what you provide, but in your final moments, you almost shed a tear at how unfair it is for you to be left so utterly desolate. But only almost. You look around at your sparce belongings. Nobody ever hired you, so all you have are the things you got when you were younger.
Then you pick up the gun.
The police find your body about a year or two later, when slime from your rotting corpse attracts pests, and seeps down onto the lower floor. They find an ID on you and reach out to your relatives, but none of them claim you. They don't remember you. They don't care. They go through your phone and reach out to your former friends, asking if they know you or want to bury you. Few respond. The ones that do say they don't know you. All you are now is an inconvenience to your landlord who needs to scrub your brains off the wall.
Your body is buried in a potter's field, among the bodies of criminals and unnamed corpses. Forgotten years before you even died. You rot into the soil without even a memory to tie you to earth. Gone for good, as humanity always intended.
Welp, looks like you can consider my Huniepop series officially over, because unbeknownst to me, Shippit's voice wasn't recording for half the one hour session for some reason What a waste of my fucking time. One of my top series, gone because streamlabs is fucking lobotomized
Just goes to show you shouldn't really put too much into anything, because all it takes is for one stupid thing or even dumber person to say "nah" and its all over
