/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Whiskey is online and is either going to play a shooter or a strategy game
https://www.twitch.tv/whiskey_project

Savii is on that bloodborne grind
https://www.twitch.tv/savii

Whiskey is playing Victoria 3 and expanding Finland
https://www.twitch.tv/whiskey_project

Atropa is doing a podcast about civil war ghosts.
https://www.twitch.tv/atropaeverwood

>>60701472

>>56218693
>>56219981
>Be me an American anon
>Through hours of watching to Whiskey's streams using start of the art audio equipment I finally track down her apartment
>After staking it out for a few days I finally make my move
>In the cover of darkness I make my way to her door and with lock picking expertise honed through one playthrough of Fallout New Vegas I manage to pick the lock on her door
>Now just to open it and...
>Cant open the door
>Check to see if there is some second lock or something
>Bring out my debit card and swipe it between the door and the frame
>Nothing
>Push harder
>HARDER
>Finally the door begins to budge and I can hear the sound of...bottles?
>After much struggle I finally open the door enough to peek inside
>Its just bottles, cans, and whatever else can hold alcohol splayed near the door
>With some more pushing I manage to open the door enough that I can squeeze my way in
>With some shimmeing I am finally in and I can see the horrors before me
>It's just...terrible
>Wall to wall, nothing but containers of alcohol
>I bring out my flashlight and it just gets worse
>The whole floor is covered in them
>Even leading into other rooms
>I try to walk but it is much too dangerous
>Every step would be me placing my feet on an unsteady surface
>Decide to just shuffle my way through this madness
>This ankle deep madness
>The scent of undrank alcohol gets worse the further I go
>Soon enough it drives me to madness
>I aint the most tidy guy but this is too much!
>I search around the apartment
>Has to be trash bags around here somewhere
>As I wonder, I notice that there are guns in immaculate condition everywhere
>Fitting for Whiskey
>After searing for what felt like eons, and a trail of parted bottles and the like behind me. I finally find a cupboard
>Open it
>There is a gun!
>And trash bags
>Finally
>I grab all I can and get to work
>Every room I have access too gets the cleaning of a life time
>Bags upon bags begin to replace the horrors that were once upon the floor
>Even the bathroom was bad
>The tub was over flowing with beer cans
>Even the toiler water reserve had an empty bottle of Whiskey in it
>Also there was a gun above the toilet which gave me a chuckle
>The floor was next
>Covered in gunk and who knows what else
>Some of it I am sure was oil to clean and maintain the various firearms seen through the home
>It was nearly day break and the apartment was so clean that you could see your reflection on the walls
>However, all this cleaning has me dead tired
>Find the sofa
>Lay down for a moment
>Fall asleep
>Moments later, a sleepy Whiskey awakens
>Wades through the bottles on her bedroom floor
>Grabs the handle and goes to open it
>Expecting to need to use her strong arms to force the door open. She puts too much oomph into it and nearly puts a hole in the wall
>"What the fuck!?" she says now fully awake
>Looks and notices that her living quarters are clean as a whistle
>Grabs a rifle off her bedroom door and patrols her apartment
>Notices the trash bags follows them
>After checking every room she stops near the living room
>Has her back against the wall and then moves quickly
>Sees me knocked out on the sofa, sleeping away
>Lowers her gun and smiles
>"Aw how cute!, Ya know...I could use a maid. Guess I wont' kill him"
Whiskey is confirmed /here/. Be nice to her everyone.

>>56054508
>>56054530
Whiskey fat puffy vulva

WHISKEY I KNOW YOU ARE /HERE/ PLEASE MARRY ME I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I HAVE HIGH STAMINA

>>53564938
Jokes on you. She’s a beautiful Aryan amazon

>Be me an American anon
>Through hours of watching to Whiskey's streams using start of the art audio equipment I finally track down her apartment
>After staking it out for a few days I finally make my move
>In the cover of darkness I make my way to her door and with lock picking expertise honed through one playthrough of Fallout New Vegas I manage to pick the lock on her door
>Now just to open it and...
>Cant open the door
>Check to see if there is some second lock or something
>Bring out my debit card and swipe it between the door and the frame
>Nothing
>Push harder
>HARDER
>Finally the door begins to budge and I can hear the sound of...bottles?
>After much struggle I finally open the door enough to peek inside
>Its just bottles, cans, and whatever else can hold alcohol splayed near the door
>With some more pushing I manage to open the door enough that I can squeeze my way in
>With some shimmeing I am finally in and I can see the horrors before me
>It's just...terrible
>Wall to wall, nothing but containers of alcohol
>I bring out my flashlight and it just gets worse
>The whole floor is covered in them
>Even leading into other rooms
>I try to walk but it is much too dangerous
>Every step would be me placing my feet on an unsteady surface
>Decide to just shuffle my way through this madness
>This ankle deep madness
>The scent of undrank alcohol gets worse the further I go
>Soon enough it drives me to madness
>I aint the most tidy guy but this is too much!
>I search around the apartment
>Has to be trash bags around here somewhere
>As I wonder, I notice that there are guns in immaculate condition everywhere
>Fitting for Whiskey
>After searing for what felt like eons, and a trail of parted bottles and the like behind me. I finally find a cupboard
>Open it
>There is a gun!
>And trash bags
>Finally
>I grab all I can and get to work
>Every room I have access too gets the cleaning of a life time
>Bags upon bags begin to replace the horrors that were once upon the floor
>Even the bathroom was bad
>The tub was over flowing with beer cans
>Even the toiler water reserve had an empty bottle of Whiskey in it
>Also there was a gun above the toilet which gave me a chuckle
>The floor was next
>Covered in gunk and who knows what else
>Some of it I am sure was oil to clean and maintain the various firearms seen through the home
>It was nearly day break and the apartment was so clean that you could see your reflection on the walls
>However, all this cleaning has me dead tired
>Find the sofa
>Lay down for a moment
>Fall asleep
>Moments later, a sleepy Whiskey awakens
>Wades through the bottles on her bedroom floor
>Grabs the handle and goes to open it
>Expecting to need to use her strong arms to force the door open. She puts too much oomph into it and nearly puts a hole in the wall
>"What the fuck!?" she says now fully awake
>Looks and notices that her living quarters are clean as a whistle
>Grabs a rifle off her bedroom door and patrols her apartment
>Notices the trash bags follows them
>After checking every room she stops near the living room
>Has her back against the wall and then moves quickly
>Sees me knocked out on the sofa, sleeping away
>Lowers her gun and smiles
>"Aw how cute!, Ya know...I could use a maid. Guess I wont' kill him"

>Be me an American anon
>Through hours of watching to Whiskey's streams using start of the art audio equipment I finally track down her apartment
>After staking it out for a few days I finally make my move
>In the cover of darkness I make my way to her door and with lock picking expertise honed through one playthrough of Fallout New Vegas I manage to pick the lock on her door
>Now just to open it and...
>Cant open the door
>Check to see if there is some second lock or something
>Bring out my debit card and swipe it between the door and the frame
>Nothing
>Push harder
>HARDER
>Finally the door begins to budge and I can hear the sound of...bottles?
>After much struggle I finally open the door enough to peek inside
>Its just bottles, cans, and whatever else can hold alcohol splayed near the door
>With some more pushing I manage to open the door enough that I can squeeze my way in
>With some shimmeing I am finally in and I can see the horrors before me
>It's just...terrible
>Wall to wall, nothing but containers of alcohol
>I bring out my flashlight and it just gets worse
>The whole floor is covered in them
>Even leading into other rooms
>I try to walk but it is much too dangerous
>Every step would be me placing my feet on an unsteady surface
>Decide to just shuffle my way through this madness
>This ankle deep madness
>The scent of undrank alcohol gets worse the further I go
>Soon enough it drives me to madness
>I aint the most tidy guy but this is too much!
>I search around the apartment
>Has to be trash bags around here somewhere
>As I wonder, I notice that there are guns in immaculate condition everywhere
>Fitting for Whiskey
>After searing for what felt like eons, and a trail of parted bottles and the like behind me. I finally find a cupboard
>Open it
>There is a gun!
>And trash bags
>Finally
>I grab all I can and get to work
>Every room I have access too gets the cleaning of a life time
>Bags upon bags begin to replace the horrors that were once upon the floor
>Even the bathroom was bad
>The tub was over flowing with beer cans
>Even the toiler water reserve had an empty bottle of Whiskey in it
>Also there was a gun above the toilet which gave me a chuckle
>The floor was next
>Covered in gunk and who knows what else
>Some of it I am sure was oil to clean and maintain the various firearms seen through the home
>It was nearly day break and the apartment was so clean that you could see your reflection on the walls
>However, all this cleaning has me dead tired
>Find the sofa
>Lay down for a moment
>Fall asleep
>Moments later, a sleepy Whiskey awakens
>Wades through the bottles on her bedroom floor
>Grabs the handle and goes to open it
>Expecting to need to use her strong arms to force the door open. She puts too much oomph into it and nearly puts a hole in the wall
>"What the fuck!?" she says now fully awake
>Looks and notices that her living quarters are clean as a whistle
>Grabs a rifle off her bedroom door and patrols her apartment
>Notices the trash bags follows them
>After checking every room she stops near the living room
>Has her back against the wall and then moves quickly
>Sees me knocked out on the sofa, sleeping away
>Lowers her gun and smiles
>"Aw how cute!, Ya know...I could use a maid. Guess I wont' kill him"

>Be me an American anon
>Through hours of watching to Whiskey's streams using start of the art audio equipment I finally track down her apartment
>After staking it out for a few days I finally make my move
>In the cover of darkness I make my way to her door and with lock picking expertise honed through one playthrough of Fallout New Vegas I manage to pick the lock on her door
>Now just to open it and...
>Cant open the door
>Check to see if there is some second lock or something
>Bring out my debit card and swipe it between the door and the frame
>Nothing
>Push harder
>HARDER
>Finally the door begins to budge and I can hear the sound of...bottles?
>After much struggle I finally open the door enough to peek inside
>Its just bottles, cans, and whatever else can hold alcohol splayed near the door
>With some more pushing I manage to open the door enough that I can squeeze my way in
>With some shimmeing I am finally in and I can see the horrors before me
>It's just...terrible
>Wall to wall, nothing but containers of alcohol
>I bring out my flashlight and it just gets worse
>The whole floor is covered in them
>Even leading into other rooms
>I try to walk but it is much too dangerous
>Every step would be me placing my feet on an unsteady surface
>Decide to just shuffle my way through this madness
>This ankle deep madness
>The scent of undrank alcohol gets worse the further I go
>Soon enough it drives me to madness
>I aint the most tidy guy but this is too much!
>I search around the apartment
>Has to be trash bags around here somewhere
>As I wonder, I notice that there are guns in immaculate condition everywhere
>Fitting for Whiskey
>After searing for what felt like eons, and a trail of parted bottles and the like behind me. I finally find a cupboard
>Open it
>There is a gun!
>And trash bags
>Finally
>I grab all I can and get to work
>Every room I have access too gets the cleaning of a life time
>Bags upon bags begin to replace the horrors that were once upon the floor
>Even the bathroom was bad
>The tub was over flowing with beer cans
>Even the toiler water reserve had an empty bottle of Whiskey in it
>Also there was a gun above the toilet which gave me a chuckle
>The floor was next
>Covered in gunk and who knows what else
>Some of it I am sure was oil to clean and maintain the various firearms seen through the home
>It was nearly day break and the apartment was so clean that you could see your reflection on the walls
>However, all this cleaning has me dead tired
>Find the sofa
>Lay down for a moment
>Fall asleep
>Moments later, a sleepy Whiskey awakens
>Wades through the bottles on her bedroom floor
>Grabs the handle and goes to open it
>Expecting to need to use her strong arms to force the door open. She puts too much oomph into it and nearly puts a hole in the wall
>"What the fuck!?" she says now fully awake
>Looks and notices that her living quarters are clean as a whistle
>Grabs a rifle off her bedroom door and patrols her apartment
>Notices the trash bags follows them
>After checking every room she stops near the living room
>Has her back against the wall and then moves quickly
>Sees me knocked out on the sofa, sleeping away
>Lowers her gun and smiles
>"Aw how cute!, Ya know...I could use a maid. Guess I wont' kill him"

I don’t know what you guys are complaining. Whiskey’s voice is very nice to me. I just like hearing with a smooth, deeper voice like she has. Also foreign accent. Foreign accents are always good on a woman.

>>50713754
Why would Whiskey do that? All she wants to talk about is guns, the Air Force, Army, Navy and show everyone how great the Netherlands is.

Outside of Whiskey Project, are there any chuubas that are big into Guns and Air Force, Army, Navy and nationalistic? I want to have a /k/ommando GFE