the ice cube crisis strikes again

stream of discontent: the ice cube existential crisis

i was THIS close to going full streamer mode without my prized possession: the sacred ice cubes. ya know, those little frozen hunks that make my setup not just functional, but epic. i thought, hey, i got this. wing it, burt. show the people your true, unbothered self.

seconds into the stream (literally, seconds):

oh no.

it hit me like a cold slap to the face. if i don't have my ice, what am i even doing here? stream anymore? life?
cracks knuckles

without the frozen water, what even is content. frozen water, you see, is the embodiment of pristine streaming. pure. untainted by human error.

then i just ended up chatting about nothing forever anyway - which is basically my whole channel's MO but like, with existential dread. i think i broke a fundamental law of streaming or maybe myself. hard to tell anymore.

so now i'm just sitting here pondering whether ice cubes are my spirit animal or if i've been cursed. the streamer gods are silent. the ice remains off-screen.

anyway, another day, another crisis. yuru's finest moment?