Yt/n: Joe, Rambo is pretty…rough…
Angry Joe: Yeah, why do you think I hate this fucking game?!
I watched their stream and they were on the last level where it was a gauntlet of a level where they had to go against a bunch of mini-boss level enemies like MG gunners, flamethrowers, and commanders. Oh and if they died, they had to start over again. It was funny seeing both him and Joe slamming the desk in frustration.
Yt/n: FUCK! I DIED AGAIN!
Angry Joe: I don’t want to play this disaster anymore!
Yt/n: I got something to make this interesting…
I see Yt/n get up from his gaming chair and to the fridge in the back of his webcam and brings out two glasses and a bottle of what I assumed was alcohol and filled them both with alcohol.
Yt/n: Joe and chat, what we’re going to do now impromptu is a drinking game. Every time when either me or Joe dies, we take an entire glass of alcohol, in the wake that we will be too dru