Imagine growing up watching Minecraft lets plays made by people who were excited to break the game and show you what they just discovered they could and the fun and real interactions with their friends through it.

Growing up wanting to cherish that memory and do the same to others.

But the only way your dream can survive anymore is by making "PICK THE RIGHT CHEST IN MINECRAFT: GARTEN OF BANBAN, SLENDERMAN, ELSA, GRINCH" while you and your friends and FAMILY have to pretend to be excited about not being touched by Ronald Mcdonald while they are actually on their period or after little Junior just pissed on the carpet because he forgot his potty training.

An entire generation grew up wanting to become YouTubers, and some of them inevitably did, but the YouTubers they had to become to survive aren't the YouTubers they wanted to be.