Hector took cover again as he shot at a few more enemy players. He hadn't managed to take them out, but he knew he hit at least one.
"Pray for me chat, we've got this!" was his war cry, as he popped out from behind cover and began shooting at the direction he had last seen the players. Another donation chimed in:
"$10 from Anyon: At my birthday party a clown used a balon to have a squeaky voice"
Hector killed his targets, he was getting close to victory. He ducked into a safe area to recuperate a little life and get caught up with donations.
"Oh yeah Anyon? You think you're clever, baggin on me for my voice? Cmon, not like you're the first or the last." It was true. Hector's voice was a little...effeminate. It was something that he was constantly getting trolled for. But paid abuse like this, he just had to lean into because it usually led to more money, at the cost of his pride.
As a streamer, your pride is only what you make of it.