Farming and Grinding
I GOT OUT OF THE chair and stretched. I'd been stuck there for a long stream of Player Unknown Battleground with Salma. To win, you had to be the last one standing while the play area became smaller and smaller. Of course she loved it. And of course she'd made me play with her. Luckily, we'd done it as a team, which meant it had been slightly less embarrassing for me.
My stomach growled and I berated myself. Lately, that had been the only way I'd gotten some food in me—my stomach reminding me I should. With the gaming convention happening in New York, I had a lot to pre-film and I needed to sort out guests to livestream on my channels. Usually, it wasn't a problem. This time around most people I knew were already going to the con and the rest were considering it. I'd
