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I started in vtubing back in the mid 2020 as a tech support in Toronto. I moved there to take a course in tv ad production and of course I needed some money. I knew some other students enrolled and pretty much everyone knew someone who made money being involved in vtubing gigs. It was a boom industry, production was pretty cheap compared to webcam, and agencies were cropping up all over.
This one guy I knew worked in sound, he asks me if I want to make some money that day. He worked with a vtuber who needed to do an offline collab in a big hurry and they desperately needed someone to help with the setup. In one afternoon I could make over $300, which was considerable money for a poorfag like me.
The whole thing was organized in a rented house somewhere up in Etobicoke. The house was nice enough, very clean, modern looking. I think it was the only thing they could get their hands on that didn't look like a fuckin dive. The sound guy said to me he thought the people who owned the place were on vacation and their teenage kid was renting it out to vtubers for kicks and easy money.
The actress calling the shots is a walking human wreck. Vtubers were swimming in cocaine back in those days and this girl looked like she was snorting and dealing in most of it. She was a psychological mess. The sound guy told me she liked to bore people about her time when she was (allegedly) in Philippines, trying to impress people with tales of cum and spit being blown all over her face in massage parlors of Manila or whatever the fuck it was. Not to mention she constantly complained her whole life was a wreck, several divorces, being investigated for fraud and tax evasion, and on top of everything else she was on hook to the mob. That's why she was so desperate to finish this collab right away.
We got paid right away just for showing up. The collab was supposed to be with a dude and two other girls. The girls were in the kitchen making cocktails and snacks, and the main girl was complaining they were taking forever. She decided to start the stream without them, just her and the dude, we arranged the laptops on a large table, they sat beside each other and started their zatsu.
This is when everything goes to hell.
In the middle of a femdom kayfabe, this girl who was supposed to be new at this is really going at it like a pro. Then she starts making gagging sounds and her eyes roll into the back of her head, her arms go limp and her whole body is trembling, and for a moment I'm thinking, "Is she just a bad actress or what?"
Later we found out what was happening was she was actually having an epileptic seizure. That was after she called the guy by his real name live and clawed his face. The guy hits the floor screaming, bleeding profusely from his destroyed eye socket. Immediately the sound guy throws up. The chat moderator kids are screaming and panicking. And the girl having the seizure was choking to death with a fucking eye in her mouth.
So the sound guy is trying to pry the girl's mouth open and pull the eye out but she's still in the middle of a bad seizure. The dude is grabbing blankets off the bed trying to stop the bleeding, and there's a LOT of fuckin blood. Like a murder scene. I'm thinking, Jesus, is this guy is going to die right in front of me? So I look for a phone to dial 911. I'm trying to get my head together enough to talk to emergency serves and the front door gets kicked in.
It's the seizure girl's angry boyfriend. He sees what's going on and he freaks it. He turns into CAPTAIN PUNCH EVERYTHING, and he's throwing haymakers at everybody. He knocks out the sound guy, he punches a chat janny kid, he comes after me and I try to talk him down saying he's got to get his girlfriend and the guy with his eye clawed out to the hospital. Capt. Punch Everything doesn't want to get blood all over his Tesla so we grab all the bed sheets we can find, try to cram this dying guy in the backseat. When everyone is in Capt. Punch Everything practically peels out on top of our feet. We literally had to jump backwards to avoid being run over.
The unscathed janny goes to wake up the sound guy, and I noticed this whole time we haven't heard a peep coming from the kitchen. Are those two girls still in there? I go there and find both girls naked lying unconscious on the floor lying in a pool of liquid shit. They were both drinking the cocktails while taking a heap of drugs to get in the mood, so they both OD and after they passed out their bowels evacuated all over the bathroom floor.
An hour later I'm in a police station explaining this whole story to a police Lieutenant who has probably heard so much crazy shit in his life it's damn near impossible to impress the man, but I managed to impress him.
He said, "That's a helluva story. So what's the girl's channel?"
I just shrugged and said, "Lyrica."
