[Modern Family] Ch: 8 [Day-2 Streaming: NecroVision] (Patreon)

AN: Nothing much is going on in this chapter other than the streaming.

[Morning]

Jason jogged through the neighborhood just after sunrise with music playing softly through his earbuds while the streets still looked half asleep. A few older couples walked dogs along the sidewalks, somebody watered plants across the street, and somewhere in the distance, a lawnmower had already declared war on peace and silence.

Jason slowed near the end of his route before checking the time on his phone.

Forty-five minutes.

And once again...

...he still felt completely fine and was barely sweating.

At this point, he had officially stopped questioning whether his body was normal anymore because the answer was obviously no.

“Haaa...” Jason stretched his arms above his head while walking back toward the house. “Alright, time to take a shower.”

After a shower, he made himself an actual healthy breakfast instead of surviving on soda and leftovers again. Scrambled eggs, oatmeal with banana slices, grilled chicken breast, toast with peanut butter, and a bowl of strawberries sat across the kitchen counter while coffee brewed beside him.

Jason stared at the food for a second.

“Look at me,” he muttered proudly while grabbing a fork. “One week ago, I would've called this emotionally devastating.”

Still, the food tasted good.

Or maybe everything simply tasted better when life finally stopped punching him in the throat every five minutes.

An hour later, Jason sat back down in front of his setup while adjusting the microphone slightly. Then he logged in and set everything up for the day 2 stream. 

Today’s stream title sat at the top of both dashboards.

NecroVisioN | HARD MODE | WW1 Hell Simulator Begins

Jason cracked his knuckles before clicking the stream button.

The LIVE indicator appeared instantly.

Viewer count:

Jason smiled calmly while launching the game. “Good morning, everyone,” he said while leaning toward the mic. “Today we’re playing NecroVisioN on Hard mode, and I'm starting early because this game is somewhat big.”

The game loaded into its dark, muddy battlefield aesthetic while distorted screams and gunfire echoed through the intro.

Jason leaned back slightly while checking settings one last time. “For anybody who doesn’t know this game,” he continued casually, “imagine World War One mixed with zombies, demons, underground monsters, cursed architecture, and developers who clearly hated joy.”

0 viewers.

Jason kept talking anyway because silence killed streams faster than bad gameplay ever could. And people might watch it from the beginning later on, so they'll get some fun out of his commentary.

The opening sections started rough immediately.

Enemies rushed from trenches while bullets flew across the screen from every direction. NecroVisioN’s combat already felt chaotic on normal difficulty, but Hard mode turned every encounter into a personal insult.

Jason peeked around a corner.

Three enemies instantly opened fire.

His health disappeared in seconds.

“You know,” Jason muttered while reloading behind cover, “I appreciate games that reward tactical play. This game rewards anxiety.”

A grenade landed beside him.

The screen exploded.

YOU DIED.

Jason stared at the screen silently for a second.

Then he nodded once. “Alright. Fantastic start. We are approximately what, like ten or fifteen minutes into the stream and already fighting for our lives like unpaid extras in a war documentary.”

Still no viewers.

He restarted and kept going.

Thirty minutes later, another death happened after an enemy somehow sniped him through the smoke.

Jason leaned closer toward the monitor with narrowed eyes. “Okay. Whoever coded that guy definitely got bullied by players during testing.”

One viewer joined shortly afterward.

Viewer count: 1.

Jason immediately noticed it while climbing through another trench section. “Oh nice,” he said casually. “Welcome to The Grid. You arrived exactly in time to witness my descent into psychological warfare.”

No message appeared yet.

The viewer stayed.

About twenty minutes later, a second viewer appeared.

Then the first chat message finally popped up.

WARspawn91: this game is hard af on normal lol

Jason laughed while swapping weapons near an ammo crate. “Yeah, Hard mode feels like the developers personally show up at your house and start throwing bricks at you.”

Another enemy rushed him with a bayonet.

Jason missed the shot, but he dodged and ran behind a pillar; still, the enemy got him through the wall. 

YOU DIED.

Jason dropped backward into his chair dramatically. “HE STABBED ME THROUGH THE WALL. THIS MAN DEFIED PHYSICS FOR HIS COUNTRY.”

WARspawn91: LMAOOO

Another viewer joined moments later.

R34P3R: yooo ur the FEAR guy

Jason blinked once before smiling. “Hey, welcome back. Nice to see somebody survived yesterday’s haunted office marathon.”

R34P3R: stream was funny af

Jason nodded while loading back into another checkpoint. “Appreciate it. Today’s mission is slightly different though. Today we suffer through hell.”

The stream slowly built momentum after that.

A few viewers from the F.E.A.R. stream returned and started talking casually in chat while Jason fought through muddy trenches, underground bunkers, and horrifying demon creatures that looked aggressively designed.

One monster suddenly jumped directly at him from the darkness.

Jason physically leaned backward in his chair. “Oh no, you don't.” He emptied the clip on the demon.

Chat started moving more often after the first hour had passed.

Dex: This game looks insane

ILF: bro even though there are multiple endings, hard mode was a mistake

WARspawn91: u getting cooked

Jason reloaded carefully while peeking into another hallway. “Listen,” he said calmly, “greatness requires sacrifice. Unfortunately, the sacrifice today appears to be my dignity.”

An enemy threw dynamite near his feet.

Jason panicked slightly and backed into another enemy.

YOU DIED.

The stream chat exploded instantly.

Dex: NO WAY

ILF: DOUBLE TEAMED

R34P3R: bro folded under pressure

Jason stared at the death screen before rubbing both hands down his face slowly. “You ever have one of those moments where your brain leaves your body and watches the disaster happen in real time? Yeah. That.”

By the second hour, the stream atmosphere settled comfortably again.

People clipped funny deaths manually through timestamps in chat since clipping systems barely existed properly yet. Others debated whether Hard mode was balanced or completely broken while Jason continued pushing through increasingly ridiculous encounters.

Viewer count slowly climbed higher.

YouTube: 18 viewers.

Justin.tv: 31 viewers.

Jason said while fighting through another massive enemy wave. “As you've noticed by now, there are multiple glitches in this game. The texture breaks every now and then, and the enemies sometimes deal massive damage through the walls and even if you dodge some, you still get damage. So, if you're gonna play this one, be careful. Maybe use some cheats and slaughter through this hell. I've already posted the cheat codes and how to use them in the description. Check it out.”

ILF: Wait! You can use cheat codes?! I gave up after the first few levels due to the difficulty

"Yep," Jason replied. "You can use cheats."

A giant armored enemy appeared.

"Wow!"

Jason immediately paused moving.

“…Why does he look like medieval Darth Vader?”

Chat moved instantly.

Dex: RUN

WARspawn91: ur dead

ILF: RIP

Jason backed away slowly while reloading. “Nah, relax. We got this under control.”

Three seconds later, the giant enemy smashed him into the floor.

YOU DIED.

Jason leaned back silently.

Then he pointed toward the screen. “Okay. Important tactical information. We did NOT have that under control.”

The viewer counts kept growing anyway.

Some people stayed for gameplay.

Others stayed because Jason clearly refused to fake reactions or force energy constantly. Whenever something ridiculous happened, he reacted naturally. Whenever the game genuinely frustrated him, chat could hear it immediately.

That honesty slowly became addictive.

By the fourth hour, the numbers climbed far higher than Jason expected for a morning stream.

YouTube: 53 viewers.

Justin.tv: 84 viewers.

Messages rolled constantly now.

ShadowWolf89: This dude deserves more viewers

RetroFan22: hard mode actually making this entertaining af

Dex: best part is watching him lose sanity slowly

ILF: stream tomorrow too?

Jason smiled while saving near another checkpoint. “Yeah, definitely streaming tomorrow too. Honestly, this is way more fun than stocking supermarket shelves and questioning my existence under fluorescent lights.”

R34P3R: damn what did u do before streaming

Jason paused for a second while adjusting the headset slightly. “Worked retail,” he admitted honestly. “Which honestly explains why horror games barely affect me emotionally anymore.”

Chat exploded again.

Dex: RETAIL LMAOOO

WARspawn91: retail harder than hard mode

ILF: bro survived customer service hes immortal

Jason laughed while reloading another weapon. “Exactly. You think zombies are scary? Try explaining expired coupons to angry customers during the holiday season.”

The chat somehow moved even faster after that.

Meanwhile, his subscriber count quietly kept increasing in the background.

YouTube:53 subscribers.

Justin.tv:79 subscribers.

Jason noticed the numbers during another loading screen and smiled faintly.

...

Five hours in, Jason finally paused near a checkpoint and leaned back with both hands over his face.

“Alright, everyone, I need food before my soul leaves my body and joins Simon’s army.”

The chat moved quickly as he stretched his neck and glanced toward the clock.

2:03 PM.

“I'm gonna pause here for lunch. I’ll be back soon, so don’t stare at the screen the whole time like cursed gargoyles. Get water, eat something, give your eyes a little rest, and maybe question why we’re all willingly suffering through this game together.”

Messages started rolling in immediately.

Dex: food break deserved

ILF: my eyes actually hurt lol

WARspawn91: bro really gave us health advice mid hell simulator

R34P3R: better come back

Jason chuckled while standing from the chair. “Relax, I’m coming back. We’re finishing this nightmare today.”

He muted the mic, left the stream on the pause screen, and walked into the kitchen with his body still feeling weirdly fresh despite five straight hours of focus. He made a quick lunch, grilled chicken, rice, eggs, and a glass of water, then ate while standing near the counter like a man on a mission.

By the time he returned, the chat was still active.

Jason slipped the headset back on and unmuted the mic. “Alright, guys, I'm back. Let’s finish this.”

The game resumed, and NecroVisioN immediately greeted him with another hallway full of enemies, broken textures, and bullets coming from angles that felt personally disrespectful. Jason pushed through it anyway, adapting slowly to the game’s strange rhythm. He died plenty of times, cursed the wall-hitting enemies, laughed whenever physics gave up, and kept the mood alive as the viewer count continued climbing through the afternoon.

By early evening, both chats were moving faster than before.

YouTube had crossed a hundred viewers.

Justin.tv had climbed past a hundred and sixty.

Jason barely checked the numbers anymore because the game demanded too much attention. Every level felt louder, darker, and more absurd than the last, and by the final stretch, even chat seemed locked in.

The ending finally arrived around 8:30 PM.

Jason leaned forward in his chair as Simon faced Mephisto, the screen glowing with hellish light while the final battle unfolded. The fight was messy, intense, and irritating in exactly the way the rest of the game had trained him to expect. When Mephisto finally fell, Jason let out a long breath and lowered his hands from the keyboard.

“Finally,” he muttered, watching the cutscene begin. “Please tell me this man gets a vacation after everything he went through.”

Then the ending twisted.

Simon did not save the world.

He took Mephisto’s place.

The screen showed him becoming the new lord of darkness, raising a fresh army of undead warriors under his command while the world’s nightmare continued under new management.

Jason stared at the monitor in silence for a few seconds.

Chat exploded.

Dex: WHAT?!

ILF: DARK ENDINGGGG

WARspawn91: bro became the problem

R34P3R: no way we suffered all day for this

Jason slowly leaned back in his chair and pointed at the screen with tired disbelief. “So let me get this straight. We fought through trenches, demons, undead freaks, broken enemy hitboxes, cursed architecture, and medieval Darth Vader just so Simon could look at Hell and say, yeah, I can manage this place better."

The chat spammed laughter as the credits rolled.

Jason rubbed his eyes and laughed quietly. “That is actually insane. I respect the confidence, though. Most people defeat evil and go home. Simon defeated evil and took over the ownership of his home.”

He let the credits roll while the chat kept arguing over the ending like it had personally betrayed them. He leaned toward the mic with a tired smile and tapped the desk lightly.

The chat moved fast enough that he had to squint to catch messages.

Dex: legendary stream

ILF: hard mode was pain

R34P3R: I'll be waiting for tomorrow's stream

WARspawn91: this was way better than expected

ShadowWolf89: bro actually finished it in one day

Jason chuckled while closing the game and letting the desktop appear behind the stream window. “Yeah, tomorrow’s stream is happening. I’m probably going with something a little less abusive to my mental health, though. Maybe a racing game. We'll see.”

More messages flooded in, and Jason shook his head with a grin.

“Seriously, thanks for hanging out today. If you watched for ten minutes or somehow stayed through the whole disaster with me, I appreciate it. Subscribe if you want more, tell a friend if they like weird games and bad decisions, and drink water because some of you have been here for hours. Ah! I almost forgot. I rate this game 7 out of 10. I'd have given it a solid 8 if not for those glitches.”

He hovered over the stop button for a second, then smiled at the screen.

“This has been The Grid. I’m Jason, and I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

He ended the broadcast and leaned back as the room fell quiet.

For a few seconds, he just sat there, headset still on, staring at the darkened stream window while the low hum of the PC filled the room. Then he opened the dashboards and checked the final numbers.

YouTube had ended at 118 peak viewers, with the stream sitting at 426 total views after processing started. His subscriber count had climbed from 53 to 87.

Justin.tv had peaked at 174 viewers, with 69 new followers during the stream. His Justin.tv count now sat at 148.

Jason stared at the numbers for a long moment before a slow grin spread across his face.

“Two streams,” he muttered, pulling the headset off and setting it beside the keyboard. “Two streams, and people are already coming back.”

He saved the stream notes into his notebook, writing down the final numbers, best jokes, viewer names, and game rating. 

"Phew, okay. Time to prep up for the top 10 content videos. Gotta hit the store tomorrow and get a bunch of games. And there's also that investing money... Haaa..." He stretched his arms. "So much work to do."

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