cw: none, me thinks. streamer Soap, vague poly141 mention, a little nothing burger like people say
Out of all the hobbies Soap could've pick up in retirement, of course he picks up speedrunning. The moment he figures out how to stream, how to post his attempts and, most importantly, how to submit them, it's over.
His set up isn't the greatest at first - no webcam and a very mediocre microphone - but it changes rather quickly, because the moment his partners find out about this new hobby of his, they go all in, buying everything he might need, new microphone, a camera, a damn ring light and a proper chair for him to sit for hours on end. They can't quit just *yet*, still dealing with paperwork and tying off the loose ends, but they can make sure their sunshine has everything he needs to grumble with thick accent when RNG fucks him over.
He doesn't focus on a specific genre of games, willing to try anything that catches his attention, but he pours *hours* in his attempts, polishing his tactics and learning cuts from other speedrunners. It's fun and eases the constant buzz that demands some sort of action.
His favourite games, of course, are the one that have a lot of hard tricks that require perfect reaction time, world record never being the end goal, perfecting his movement is. Though the moment he beats his personal best he can't help but try to get the world record.
The only slight concern his partners have now is his sleep schedule, though, because Soap's undiagnosed ass gets too focused on his attempts to the point he forgets to eat and sleep. At least his water bottle is always empty by the end of the stream.
