After Moros had been unbanned due to his strategy, which exploited the vulnerable men, he decided on his friendly strategy for the evening.
As a princess, he needed to leave behind the right kind of impression. While insulting the man, who had less self-esteem than meat in their pants was important for his stream, he did have to come across as a princess for it to work.
So, what did a princess need?
A princess needed a suitable walk, small steps and an arrogant expression on the face were suitable choices to get his girlboss aura across.
He also needed gestures, he needed to be able to point at things and be filled with disdain at the strangest of things…"Oh you have been born by a mother…that is so poor people of you."
"I…have been carried by a unicorn pooping a rainbow bridge."
This was the kind of story and commitment to the cause he needed to enchant any single male that would come on his stream…in more than one way.
Moros laughed at his clever joke, but had to realise it lost all its funny character since he would need to explain the punchline to all of his viewers. The joke about masturbation was just funny without any explanation.
For the next step, he tried to do the meanest princess talk and speech that he could muster. He needed to sound like drama was his middle name, like all boys were icky and like everything was just soo annoying.
"Like, duh…like there comes my wannabee night. Totally cool guy, ya know. He is the type to get performance anxiety, the type whose sword gets all limp in bed combat."
Moros tried to say it a few times, at different speeds and with different emphasis. It took him a few tries, but after a while he was happy.
He had nailed the impression that would haunt many people to their sleep.
Moros did one last check and he realised that he had everything covered. He was the picture perfect princess, ready to whoop some ass and make people run crying to their mommas.
And so the hours passed as Moros kept on practising his performance art, slowly but surely getting more into character. Until he was the Chickwithbigdick, the streamer that everyone would come to visit soon.
In the meantime, a lot of Ballas had been killed and a lot of Dollars were earned and spent all in the name of keeping Moros alive.
This sort of activity was great for Moros' brain to use all of its creative juices to come up with all sorts of one-liners and banter against his future audience that would certainly enjoy this kind of treatment.
Soon night fell over the dungeon, the last people had fought Gobblas and now left the dungeon behind. The single bachelors were busy watching their favourite streamers and talking nonsense.
It was time for Moros and Poppycock to walk through the dungeon and start the stream.
They giggled like little school girls just thinking about all the easy money they were about to make. They stood in front of an insignificant wall, where they both stopped.
Poppycock counted down from 5 with one hand as he prepared to start the stream.
The camera started its light and Moros was blinded in its flash. Moros planned intro was cut short, by the sheer light drowning his eyes in its glimmer.
"What the fuck are you doing? We can't see how this goes if your dumbass blinds me…:"
User Fartsmella has joined the chat. I usually do not like women that have more in their pants than I do.
"You don't have to worry they will not like you regardless of how much you have in your pants."
User thigh suffocator enjoyer has joined the chat. I would like to order one extra large order of your princess thighs to rob me of my breath
"And I would like to suffocate people like you. Sadly, murder is illegal so we are left not getting everything that we want from life. You better get used to it, but you might find yourself crushed to death by the things you once loved.
Poppycock gave Moros a thumbs-up. All of his attempts had been great so far…nobody of the two people that had left a message had said a word again.
But, they kept on staying…these people were enjoying this, were they not?
Poppycock could not understand the business plan Moros had been told by the Kinder team, but it was working, almost too well. People were staying for the first time.
User willU BMy Mommy? has joined the chat. I have lost my Mommy, can I pick you instead?
A clear look of disgust appeared on Moros' face just as he had practised prior…
"I do not have a son. Seeing you, I know why your first Mommy left you behind. I, too, would have given up on you, the moment I saw your face."
The chat fell to silence once more. They did not expect to be murdered verbally like this here. They felt deeply insulted and yet her rough word choices and strange insults made them feel all warm in their hearts.
It felt totally wrong, but it also felt like something entirely new. As if it was something forbidden, a fruit only they were allowed to read.
Who of them could have ever predicted that insults could make them feel so excited and spread such a new feeling of happiness in their bodies.
Moros gave another dirty look to the camera, his eyes filled with much disappointment.
"My dear viewers, I was just here to have a good time. Yet, you come in, you barge in and the first thing you ask is for something totally stupid. WHO do you think you are, huh?"
Moros pointed with his fingers towards the camera!
"Yes, I am talking to you. Who do you think you are, what gives you the right to just act so casually here? Did you give me any money? Did you do anything of value? No, you just came in here, spread your uselessness around and then went away."
The crowd remained absolute silent, they all felt guilty and spotted in the act.
Of course, Moros had planned all of this, guilt trapping potential customers was one of the easiest business strategies to thrive.
The next step was the hardest, but also the most lucrative. Just insulting the people was great, but he needed to reel them in, he needed to give them some honey, otherwise the whip would scare them away.
"My dear friends, as a princess there is a heavy burden on my back."
Moros put his fake chest out, to show the kind of 'burden' he was carrying.
"I just want to make sure that we can have a great time together, without being too weird. IF you can't behave I just need to insult you guys till you do."
Moros walked a bit, taking the 3 viewers onto a small journey. Nothing much was happening, but the 3 male viewers felt like they were part of something bigger.
The streamer remained silent for a while not saying a single word nor uttering a single sound. This performance had to hit, else everything so far would have been all for nought.
After a few steps of pressuring silence Moros turned around to give these people the killer speech they all were waiting for.
"Maybe, just maybe…you will get to see this princess in a much different light, I just wish for true company…I am soo lonely!"
Moros shed a tear, he was happy to have done it. This was a 10/10 performance.
He did not have to wait long for the results to pour in. He had caught these people with their pants down at the angle. They had fallen in love and now wanted to make him to the happiest, fake princess to ever have existed.
Fartsmella donated 1 small monster core. For my princess, to show my earnest good will.
"Thank you peasant, your glorious donation of….1…small monster core will help me greatly in my plans to reinstate my family."
Moros could not believe that he did all of this and the dude simply donated the lowest currency count possible.
"User Look Mom I am famous joined the chat. Look Mom I am famous was here."
Moros was caught off-guard yet again, what was that for a username and what was that user doing in his stream? This development was not something he had accounted for.
He needed to be quick about finding a solution to turn this advertisement into a quick, witty counter from this side.
"I doubt your Mom is looking for you, either because she is dead or because she has seen your face and is about to die. Make your Mom proud by stopping your breathing for a few thousand years."
The chat was shocked yet again. He did not just say what they heard him say, did he?
Moros did not take any prisoners and shot against anyone that dared to stand in his way of money. It might be a small start into his streaming career, but for 5 minutes…he had earned more than a few watchers…though Moros was wondering where the promised rest of the audience was…
If…only he knew what kind of storm he would later cause.