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A crow descended from the skies, and landed next to a robot-crow, perched on a blond man's shoulder. It handed over a token and a note to the robot, and looked it in the eyes.
"Good luck, Brian."
Brian the Robotic Crow read the note, and braced himself. He took a deep breath, and…
"Sevenhundredseventysevenbillion-"
"Skip! Chat, behave."
The murder, affectionately named Chat, chirped amongst themselves.
We'll get him next time!
"Why do you do that?" A disembodied voice asked one of the crows.
"Do what?" The crow tilted its head.
"Spam the number seven. What purpose does it serve?"
"Purpose? To annoy Philza, of course! And to see how long Brian can go before the streamer silences him."
The voice nodded, which was a very impressive achievement considering that it had no head.
"Ah, I see. But have you considered that spamming E is much more satisfying?"
The crow looked almost insulted.
"How could a single letter possibly be more satisfying than an infinite amount of sevens?"
"It allows for group effort! Everyone can help by spamming it in chat!"
"Intriguing… And this works with any letter?"
"What? Of course not! It has to be E! Although… if the situation calls for it, we can use L or F too. Like, if the streamer fails at something!"
The crow nodded.
"I see, I see! But what if you have followed the streamer around for seven months? Surely you spam 7 then!"
"I suppose I could start doing so… How about when you followed them for any other number of months?"
"Nah. We will occasionally shout 'stream baby' after nine months, but that just doesn't have the same ring to it."
The voice agreed.
"But you see, E can be spammed at any time. It sounds to me that 7 is more limiting."
The crow huffed in annoyance.
"It's tradition! You can't just disregard tradition!"
The voice thought for a moment.
"Tradition is just peer pressure from dead people. But, I AM weak to peer pressure…"
"A hivemind is a strong thing indeed." The crow nodded solemnly.
Another crow flew down to Brian, as the streamer was distracted. The voice and the crow watched as Brian received another note, before shouting at the top of his lungs:
"OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURN-"
"IAN! Stop torturing Brian!!!" The man, Philza, yelled at the crow snickering from its place beside Brian.
The crow began explaining before the voice could even ask.
"Ian is one of the crows that has been here the longest! Sometimes, when the streamer isn't paying attention, he spams Ourna at him!"
The cackling from the murder proved that they found Ian's antics very amusing. Some of them started chirping Best mod Ian Bealio, to Ian's great joy.
"It seems you have many things to spam." The voice hummed, and the crow bounced its head in a nod.
"We are a murder of traditions! So, do you think you will start spamming 7 at your streamer now?"
"Actually… My streamer has been gone for a while now. We miss them. A lot. I miss him a lot. "
The mood in the air shifted. The crow understood.
"You are always welcome here. Our streamer is kind. He will be happy to have you," it spread its wings as wide as it could, gesturing to the thousands of birds around them, "we will even spam E with you."
The air around the voice grew darker, until a crow made of shadows stood in front of its new friends. Red eyes blinked at the first crow.
"Then I suppose spamming 7 won't be that bad either."