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Recently, there's been a push online for buying European and boycotting the US, on account of Trump's policies and stances on certain international issues.

I don't think that's a bad thing, but I do have some concerns. For one, let me set the record straight: if I can buy second-hand, I will buy second-hand. I've made this decision. By second-hand, I do also mean refurbished and whatnot. Basically, I'd like to give products a second life, is possible. I think that should take precedence over any political affiliation.

For example, I saw someone suggest, online, that we should buy Jack & Jones instead of Levi's jeans. OK, fine! Levi's are overhyped anyway, and Jack & Jones are way cheaper. However, I do think that buying second-hand Levi's is way better than buying new from J&J.

I do think I'll try to buy more European, though. Not like I have a lot of money to spend, but I like the idea of supporting European, and specifically national brands.

Something I want to sink some money into is a new e-book reader. I read a lot, mostly Re:Zero but I do also read a bunch of other things, as it goes. Currently, I have a Kindle 10th Gen. Not a paperwhite, just a regular Kindle. It's a little old, at this point, has quite a bit of bloat---I don't use the shop at all, I don't use the Wi-Fi or the Bluetooth either---, but worst of all, the battery drains like crazy.

Now, again, I do read a lot, maybe I'm a so-called poweruser, but this is not enough battery!

As such, I've been looking around. My dad is a fan of Kobo, it turns out, but I've also been looking at Vivlio, Pocketbook, and some other brands. My biggest issue, other than price (these things are more expensive than I expected...), is the features. I don't need, or want, these features.

I want something as simple as possible! DAMN IT!

I've still got a lot of other brands to look at, of course, but I'm really hoping I can find something worth buying.

I've been eating relatively well. Feeling good about that.

I cut down on snacks significantly this week. I did eat some chips, but it was OK.

I hope I'm losing weight, a little bit... My weight is OK, mind you, but it's a little higher than my goal, so I'll be working hard to reach it.

I finished Volume 15 of Re:Zero.

It was great! However, I feel a little... Taken for a spin. It wasn't very distressing at all! I was expecting my heart to be ripped out of my chest and stomped on, but instead it was gently caressed and snuggled up to.

I can't say I'm upset---I'm not---but it was certainly unexpected.

I'm afraid war is coming.

The US's decline into fascism is... Regrettable. War is so senseless... But I can't help but think that what's going on will inevitably lead to that. Maybe I'm wrong, I hope I'm wrong.

Truly, I know nothing. Still, it seems unwise to ignore the signs. Trump and the US as a whole are basically saying that they want war. They are masking it behind a veneer of peace-talks, but really they're just saying they want the war to go a certain way: the way of the aggressors, the way of the warmongers. They want war, it seems.

Very, very upsetting.

I follow a few people that go by they/them or that simply don't subscribe to that whole spiel. Personally, I don't care about gender at all; I think that's either an extremely agender or an extremely cis thing to say. In my case, I think I'm just cis.

Still, it's not like other genders bother me. Not even a little. It's simply something that, to me, holds absolutely no weight whatsoever. I've realized, over the years, that that's a somewhat controversial position.

Most---if not all---men I've ever spoken to about this have made it clear that women and men are, as far as they're concerned, different. I mean, on the surface, I agree; men and women are different because men are men and women are women, but that's like saying the rising sun is different from the setting soon. I think that's a perfect analogy, actually. Why would I care if someone is the sun at noon or the sun at night? It's still the sun; I don't care.

Now, of course, there's the issue of living. Different people, because of the way they identify themselves---their identity---do live differently. I'm not trying to deny that fact.

However, I think that misses the issue entirely. In my view, the whole question is wrong.

To me, gender is irrelevant because a person isn't a gender. Are women different from men? That's such a stupid question. Everyone is different from everyone else, no?! I've never met someone like me. I've met people that are similar to me---most of them have been women, by the way---and I've certainly met people that share some things in common with me, but I've never met someone entirely like me.

Are men and women different?

Can someone be something other than a man or a woman?

Why would I care? Those questions are laid upon a terrible premise. As such, they simply don't matter.

I realize that lived experiences aren't quite as detached from reality as I'm framing this issue, mind you, and I do realize that trans people do suffer quite intensely. I don't mean to sound... Dismissive of their strife. All I'm trying to say is that, fundamentally, I find the whole concept of gender to be rather empty.

Throughout my life, I've felt that women tend to take a liking to me. Women and children, actually, but children isn't a gender so I'll gloss past that one.

I wonder if my view of gender has anything to do with that. I've thought that, maybe, women go their whole life being treated as different by the men in their life and they like it when they get treated as fundamentally equal. Or maybe it's just a different feeling, not a strictly good one, and their curiosity is being misinterpreted by yours truly as affection. Children like me too, after all, maybe I'm just kinda weird... I'm not sure.

Being raised differently, with different expectations and different experiences... Of course men and women are different. Then again, everyone is raised differently, so everyone is different.

It'd be silly to make a gender for everyone, of course. I suppose that's a name, actually. A name is like a gender that refers to only one person? I think that makes perfect sense.

See, I'm not opposed to putting people in buckets for convenience. I just think that the particular buckets we put people into suck. I feel like gender should convey meaningful information. I guess that's why some transphobes are so upset, actually, as they relied on gender to figure out people's genitalia? Trans people throw a wrench in that so they get mad? Maybe my rather uninterested take on interpersonal relationships makes that particular bit of information seem disproportionally irrelevant, and in turn, I devalue gender.

Maybe that's why I've obsessed with personality-type quizzes... Maybe not, lots of people like those. I do think stuff like that is a better gender, though, even if it's not very good either.

Well, that's just what I think, anyway.

I follow this recovering alcoholic on TikTok.

Addiction seems so... Intense...

It's so scary.

I've also gotten a few videos of losing gamble compilations. It's so scary. Scary. Terrifying.

I wonder if I have an addictive personality. I just avoid this kind of stuff like the plague... Drugs, alcohol, gambling... Well.

I want to play cards so bad!

I played a lot with my little brother the past couple of days, but I really want to play team games... Sueca or Bridge, Oh man! I really feel it! Or Poker... I play Poker online, sometimes, but I'm no good and I don't like putting in real money... I'd really love to have a group of people I can play for beans with IRL.

I've loved card games for as long as I can remember. Lately, I've been more or less obsessed with poker. The bluffing aspect of the game, specifically, is something that I find really appealing. As such, yesterday evening, I decided to come up with a card game that incorporates bluffing.

There were a few elements that I wanted to include in the game, based on some other cards games that I absolutely love, namely: Sueca and Blackjack.

The game I came up with---which I'm calling "Lie 21"---is a bluffing trick-taking game where the goal of each hand is to make 21; the unholy child of Sueca, Poker, and Blackjack, if you will. I summarized the rules here.

Lie 21 is played between 2 players using a French deck with 2 Jokers (42 cards; the same as a standard 52-card deck, but with the 8s, 9s, and 10s removed and the 2 Jokers added). At the start of the game, 6 cards are dealt to each player and the last card of the deck is flipped up; the suit of this last card is the trump for the duration of the game. The player that makes the first move is decided randomly, with a coin-flip, for example.

Each hand, the starting player selects three cards from the 6 in their hand, and places them on the table with 1 face-up and 2 face-down. The other player must then select three cards from their own hand and place them on the table, all of them either face-up or face-down.

If the second player's cards are placed face-down, the trick is awarded to the first player. The face-down cards cannot be revealed to either player, and the 6 cards on the table are collected by the player that won the trick.

If the second player's cards are placed face-up, then the first player must flip of all their own cards face-up as well. At this point, the game basically turns into a wacko Blackjack.

Cards are valued at their face value, except for the following, which are valued as indicated here:

• A: 1 or 11
• 7: 10
• K: 9
• J: 8
• Q: 7
• Joker: 0

I'm Portuguese, which is why the Jack is valued higher than the Queen, but this is obviously irrelevant. Feel free to switch them, if you prefer. The scoring system is based on Sueca, which is why the 7 is worth 10... If this is confusing, feel free to score the cards as you see fit, as long as you retain the descending scoring pattern for all cards (11/1, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6...).

If a player busts (goes over 21) and the other doesn't, then the player that didn't bust wins the trick. Otherwise, the player closest to 21 wins the trick. In case of a tie (both players busting is considered a tie), the winning hand is the one with the most trump cards. If the hands have the same number of trumps, then the hand with the highest value trump card wins (if the Ace is valued at 1 in the hand, then it is the lowest trump card, if it is valued at 11, it is the highest trump). If no trumps were player by either player and their hand is a tie, then the player that started the hand wins. Neither Joker is ever a trump card.

It's important to note that, as there are no 2-card hands possible, two Aces is not "Blackjack"; it's impossible to play just two Aces. Two Aces and a Joker, for example, is scored as 12. Two 7s and an Ace is scored as 21; An Ace, a 7, and Joker is also scored as 21.

After each hand, the player that won the previous trick draws 3 cards (so they have 6 cards in hand once again), followed by the losing player drawing 3 cards. Then, the player that won the last trick starts the next one.

For the last 2 hands, when the deck is empty, no cards are drawn after the winner is decided.

After the game is done, the players calculate their final score with the Sueca scoring system (120 total), wherein all cards are worth 0, except for the following, which are worth as indicated:

• A: 11
• 7: 10
• K: 4
• J: 3
• Q: 2

The player with the most points wins (61+).

I recommend playing best-of-7 (first-to-4). Scoring over 90 is worth 2 for the winning player, and scoring 120 is an immediate sweep.

While testing the game, I also tried scoring the K, J, and Q as 9, 8 and 7, respectively, but ended up deciding against it because it led to play being very tight, with the face cards rarely being sacrificed willingly. I felt like lowering the points of the face cards to the traditional Sueca point system made the game more nuanced.

My brother and I absolutely LOVED playing this!

The bluffing element worked really well. More often than not, it's pretty easy to get 21 on any given hand, but the trump card aspect of the game makes it much more complex to figure out who actually has a winning hand. We often bluffed each other with lower-scoring hands, to one another's chagrin. The fact there's plenty of cards with no points also makes this rather interesting. We often played our cards face-down, as the second player, effectively forfeiting the round and losing information, to avoid going first in the next hand. This was particularly nice when trying to get the trump card at the bottom of the deck, of course, a very common pattern in games like Briscola and such. Playing the cards face-down, as the second player, also has the benefit of withdrawing information from the other player, like the number of remaining Jokers in the deck.

At first, I was a little sceptical that the forfeiting mechanic would actually be useful, but it turned out to add another dimension to the game.

The Jokers aren't very useful, but they do provide some value occasionally, as they add an interesting dynamic when they're the revealed card at the start of a hand, wherein the implication is that the player has 21 with Ace-7, but the Joker itself doesn't score any points if won in the trick.

Overall, it's been lots of fun! Let me know if you try it out.

I also tried a couple of different versions of the game, without the Jokers.

The first was played exactly the same, except for the last hand, which was only 2 cards. The issue with this version was that it led to Aces being hoarded rather intensely until the end, as the best hand was unequivocally the Ace-Ace of trump. Additionally, this setup means the last draw is actually only 2 cards for each player. That isn't a big deal, per se, but it's a little annoying.

The second was played the same, but with 5 cards in hand instead of 6. This solved the last-draw problem, but the issue of hoarding Aces for the last hand remained. Additionally, having only 5 cards in-hand, as opposed to 6, means it's harder to get 21, which resulted in a lot of dead hands, which was rather unsatisfying. I felt like 6 cards in hand really is the sweet-spot for the game. Having 5 cards in hand did mean that there was no way to "save a hand," as in, save 3 cards for a next round, as you'd always be left with only 2 cards in hand after playing. I felt that it was impossible to square this circle, so I went with the option I had the most fun with, which was the 6-card version.

Another thing I'd like to point out is that the Jokers are, themselves, basically bricks. They're not useless, but they aren't very useful. However, they managed to strike a bit of a three-quarters point between the 5-card and 6-card versions of the game, in a manner of speaking. Having a Joker in your hand is painful, until it's not. It's great for bluffing too, and it resolved the issues with the 2-card hand at the end of the other two versions.

Overall, I think it's a very fun game!

I do wonder if something similar already exists, but I couldn't find anything.

I watched a TikTok, just a few minutes ago, about a role-reversal in the American dynamic of women insulting women based on their political affiliations and physical appearances.

Specifically, it was about how American conservative women now find themselves taken aback by the onslaught of insults coming from liberal American women, who have themselves been the target of insults from the other camp for quite some time.

However, this is seemingly not a fight on equal footing because of the very basis of the dogfight. See, conservative ideology bases itself on a strict adherence to gender roles, which includes the idea that women should be beautiful, generally speaking. On the other hand, American liberal ideology bases itself on a rejection of gender roles, including the rejection of beauty standards altogether.

Of course, nobody likes to be demeaned or insulted; when their appearance is dragged through the mud, even liberal women feel hurt. However, it's deeper than that for the other side.

For conservative women, to have their appearance insulted, to have their beauty---as in, their adherence to the beauty standards---be criticized, is to have their very nature be put into question. If they aren't beautiful, they are failing at being women, and that is the biggest sin an American conservative women can commit. When they're called ugly, they feel that it is their womanhood being attacked, and as that is what they cling to, it hurts much more than a simple insult.

Personally, I find it in rather poor taste to reduce oneself to dick-measuring contests (or mascara-application competitions, I guess), but I do see the humour in the dynamic.

I felt somewhat fancy, tonight; hope it came through in the text.

I often think about corruption.

There's bad people out there, but I do find it hard to believe that the only people that succumb to corruption are bad.

Recently, I've been thinking a little about the Luka trade from the Dallas Mavericks to the Lakers. It seems the consensus online was that this trade was sketchy---likely the result of some sort of corruption. Either the owners want to get the team to Vegas (unlikely) or they're cheap, but there's something they're not saying, and the fans feel like what happened was bad for the league in in general.

I wonder why they did it. Is it possible that Nico Harrison really is just a monumental idiot? Surely not. He's proven a few times that he can make reasonable trades. I find it extremely hard to believe that he'd make such a mess. As such, I'm also inclined to think something's afoot.

I'm a big fan of the occult. I've read quite a few grimoires and books of the sort, I've participated in some discussions online, whatever. That being said, I don't believe in the supernatural. Sure, there's many things we struggle to understand, but I'm a firm believer in the scientific method, rather than superstition.

That being said... I also think that there's no good reason to open an umbrella indoors. It's just one of those things, you know? You knock on wood, don't walk under a ladder, don't open an umbrella indoors, and so on. I guess I just... Go a few steps further. If someone asks me "Can I have your name?" I answer "I'll tell you, but you can't have it!" and laugh. I frame it as a little joke, but it's really not. For me, it's the same as the umbrella: I don't want to give anyone my name. I don't like telling people my name to begin with, but I refuse to give them my name.

I also hate talking about fairies and witches. I hate jinxes too. It's the kind of stuff I just don't do, because why would I? Why risk it? Even if it's impossible, why leave the door open? I don't.

I really like cool designs.

I think of myself as a fundamentally utilitarian person, when it comes to my purchases. I buy few things, and when I do, I try to make them high-quality and affordable.

That being said, I also find compelling designs to be... Well, compelling! A few years ago I dabbled in graphic design, did a few random things, nothing major, but it was lots of fun. Whenever I see a brand or packaging that's really cute or memorable, I really like it.

This isn't really particularly notable, I realize. That's the whole point of cool design, really. Still.

I know this guy---we're in the same Discord server---and he's a graphic designer. Or, well, he does graphic design. I was a graphic designer, then he worked in healthcare for a while, now he's going back to design... It's something like that, I'm not too sure. Regardless, I think the things he does are really cool.

I'm often taken by daydreams of idealism. One of these idealistic dreams is that of a single company that produces everything. Maybe it'd be more of a conglomerate? I don't know.

When I think about that, I get butterflies~ There's such a charming simplicity to that idea, I think.

I don't mean to demean---how musical...---individuality, but rather suggest the idea of a baseline. I think it'd be cool for a culture to have a "uniform"---something that everyone wears---but also support individuality and expression. Maybe this is impossible? I guess the value of that kind of thing would be not much... Everyone needs basics, but if everyone wants to wear different clothes, it would defeat the point a little. Maybe.

I don't know.

I wonder about cookware. Stainless is the way to go? I'll have to do some research on prices.

It's official. I'm addicted to Re:Zero.

I think Tappei Nagatsuki is a sadist.

I say "I think" more in the sense of "I know," actually.

There is no way that he makes Subaru go through this much pain and suffering if he's not thoroughly enjoying it.

At first, I thought he might be a masochist and Subaru was a self-insert, but I simply refuse to believe there's a maso out there that craves suffering to that extent. I refuse to believe it. Or rather, I simply don't want to live in a world where someone like that exists.

Truly, Subaru is nothing but a vessel for horror. This novel is not whatever the fuck novelupdates calls it.

It is pure and unadulterated pain. It is trauma in written form. What in the fuck.

I'm like 80% through Volume 6. As far as I can tell, I haven't even reached the most traumatic parts of this story. I have barely scratched the surface of this seemingly endless pit of depravity that calls itself "Re:Zero," written by what must be the world's greatest sadist: Tappei Nagatsuki.

This man is Hell. Note the capital H. I believe---hear me out---that Tappei Nagatsuki is the physical incarnation of Hell.

I looked it up. 15. Volume 15 is said to contain the most fucked up shit. I'm not even halfway there. I'm dying here. I... I can't... I'll get nightmares. I'm struggling to breathe, reading this accursed tome.

Tappei Nagatsuki, when I catch you Tappei Nagatsuki... When I catch you...

Reading Re:Zero Volume 5.

Holy shit.

That's all there really is to it. I really do wonder what he's gonna do. I mean, I can't even imagine it. I like to think I can relate to main characters, and though Subaru is somewhat reprehensible, he was also somewhat relatable, until now.

But at this point? Dude. He's fucked beyond belief. I can't even begin to express how MONSTROUS his situation is. Holy shit.

I am speechless.

I've always struggled to get through those lame parts in books. Not all books have these, but many do. It's those sections of the story where a big plot-point is resolved, but it's clear that there's still a lot of story to go, while simultaneously leaving the characters without anything clear to do.

This is the end of Volume 4 of Re:Zero, for me. It's so bad. The ending itself is OK---a little emotionally overwhelming---but the problem is the beginning of Volume 5. I didn't want to start it, because it felt like I'd gotten just enough closure, and the main character was too aimless for me to be interested.

I did end up picking it up, and it's good, by the way, but it is a very frustrating feeling.

What's up with her, anyway?

I remember her being everywhere some... Number of years... ago. Where is she? This is a rhetorical question, of course. I could find out where she is with a simple internet search! I simply refuse to.

See, ignorance is a funny thing. To not know is, in a way, to know! As my favourite philosopher---George Orwell---once very well said.

I keep getting TikToks about Palestinians asking for donations. Of course, I sympathize with the Palestinian plight, but at the same time I feel so silly watching them. For one, they're all misleading; the TikToks are framed as a regular TikTok, but at the end show an image of a Palestinian family asking for help. It feels so weirdly deceitful, though I suppose it's just to trick the algorithm. It feels wrong to judge the needy for the ways in which they go about simply asking for help. Another point is how these are whole accounts dedicated to posting seemingly endless stream of these posts. I'm sure they make some money off of it. Something else that does come up in my mind is that, if I wanted to make some money and had little to no scruples, I'd make one of these accounts.

It's so easy to rip a bunch of photographs and make one of these accounts.

I don't know. I feel rather powerless, in this situation. Pretty lost, too.

I heard something about Trump saying they're gonna clean out Gaza? That didn't sound very good, let me tell you.

Some of my housemates disrespect our shared spaces.

It's frustrating. One of my housemates actually talked to me about this, and asked me to approach another housemate and talk some sense into them. Very frustrating, indeed.

Something that does upset me particularly is the way they hog the clotheslines. There are three clotheslines for 4 people, but one of us usually dries their stuff outside, on a 4th clothesline. Still, somehow, every single one of them is constantly filled with rags and other stuff. Not even clothes! It drives me crazy... I did find that today, at least, there was one empty, save for a rag, which I moved, so I could actually do my laundry.

Whatever.

Another presentation today. I really hope I get a decent grade... I got complimented, but I wonder how much that's worth.

I wager, not that much, but some.

Wish me luck! I have another presentation soon, that makes 3 in a week. Also nervous for that one, but somewhat less so, since the last one is actually on a very similar topic to the first one, so I already have a half-made presentation. Not bad.

I've been obsessed with reading Re:Zero. I made a post about this only a few days ago, but holy crap! It's so good!

The Mavs traded Luka for AD. What the hell? Hilarious move!

People are calling this the craziest trade of all time, in the NBA. I'm not sure I agree, but it's definitely up there. The craziest trade of my lifetime as an NBA fan, that's for sure (though admittedly I haven't been a fan for that long).

Excited to see how this turns out.

I got glasses not that long ago. Just over a year, I think? Something like that, I'm not sure, time flies.

I remember my mum telling me---basically my whole life---that wearing glasses was terrible. I suspect it had to do with her getting bullied over it or something. However, my little brother also really disliked it, as a (younger) kid. My dad never really complained about it much, but occasionally he might've made some less-than-positive remarks. I suspect he's more in tune with how I feel, regarding glasses-wearing.

It really doesn't bother me. I mean, don't get me wrong, it is annoying sometimes. When they're dirty it's hard to see; when it's too cold, my breath condenses on the lenses; when I take a shower, they get all fogged up; I have to remember to take them off before going to bed. Stuff like that. Overall, however, they're totally fine. It's not bothersome to wear them. The bothersome things about wearing glasses are so minor they barely register, if at all. I think quite a few of them---like the lenses fogging up when it's cold---are actually quite endearing and kind of cute.

I don't mind how I look with them on, either. I don't think they make me any more (or less) handsome; they don't really cramp or elevate my style either.

I've seen other people wearing glasses and, occasionally, I will think that they're really sexy. Sorry, sorry... I am a man of flesh! I saw this one girl on TikTok not too long ago and holy smokes! She had these thin glasses that came to a point at the top outer edges. They were so... Sensual... That feels so weird to say. But it's true! It doesn't hurt that she was very cute, obviously, but I really do think the glasses did a lot for the video.

I remember my grandma telling me, when I first got glasses, that it was gonna be rough and I'd have to get used to it. It was not the case at all. I mean, of course I had to "get used to it," but I got used to it the same way you get used to wearing a new shirt. It looks different---it's a different shirt---but it's just a shirt, this stuff isn't exactly going to revolutionize your world or something. She annoyed me a little with how insistent she was every time she saw me for like a month, asking about how I felt. I felt as usual, of course, nothing of substance had changed, and her constant implication that something had indeed changed felt so absurdly uncalled for that it started to genuinely upset me.

Overall, I think my mum's hatred of glasses is wholly unfounded and that my grandma overestimated rather severely how hard it would be to adapt to a glassed life.

They've got a blue-light filter.

I had a presentation today. It went well.

It went... Way better than expected. It went really well, I felt like. I'm not expecting a grand grade or anything, but I feel like I definitely passed. To be totally honest, I feel like I passed with flying colours, but I also feel like I shouldn't say that. I think I have some trouble being honest about my own abilities.

There's this thing that I've been obsessed with for a very, very long time. I'm talking like a decade! Which I guess is really not that long, in the grand scheme of things, but still. That thing is "normality." I really want to be normal.

It's a bit weird. I just wish I was like everyone else. I feel like it'd be nice, but I always feel like I'm different, somehow. Like I think about things differently. I suppose everyone does think about things differently, though, which makes it a pretty normal thing. Turns out I am normal after all! Which makes me happy.

On one hand, I'd be happy to get a good grade, because of course I would. On the other hand, I would really rather not stand out. I don't want a good grade, I don't want a bad grade, I want an average grade. Is that weird? I feel like that's weird. I feel like the normal thing would be to either want a good grade or not care about the grade. I feel like both of those would be pretty normal.

I don't know... Regardless, my presentation went well. I was so nervous beforehand, but as the time drew near I relaxed. It's always a weird feeling, but it's always the same. When the spotlight shines, I'm somehow always relaxed. I'm dying right before, though! My stomach was churning and turning and all the other words that would apply in this situation. It went well, though. I think that's good, overall.

I started reading Re:Zero again. It's so freaking good!!!

I'm only just starting the second volume, but I love it so much!

Can't recommend it enough. The anime is also amazing.

My favourite vtuber is playing TWD. She played episode/season 1 already, now she's playing the second one. It's so much fun!

I wonder if I'd make it far in a zombie apocalypse à la TWD. I think yes, actually. I guess everyone thinks that, though. I like to think I'm resourceful. I know a lot of things, though of course I also don't know way more things... But still.

I'm really worried about my family though, specifically my grandma. She definitely wouldn't make it far...

Let's hope it doesn't happen.

Speaking of the vtuber, I really enjoy her streams. It's so much fun to interact with the people in chat, and we say such crazy things, and she's really funny. Plus, her game choices are really great. I'm having fun everyday.