After taking a lap outside, Miserable World found they were playing even crazier than her.
She was just a little girl who couldn't afford school, while others had become starving refugees, with dozens in a family waiting to be fed, ready to drop dead at any moment.
And what they were asking for was even more pitiful—some just a little medicine, some a cotton blanket, or even some paper to paste over their windows, highlighting a "sustainable" exploitation of resources.
They weren't like Miserable World, with no cap on donations, grabbing whatever they could get.
Even Miserable World would sigh at the excessiveness of these people.
But the more excessive they were, the more likely grandparents would reward them, and the more profit the platform made off them, increasing their traffic, algorithmically directing the audience to those streamers' channels.
Noticing these shady streamers had spread like cockroaches, Miserable World knew it was about time.
