It wasn't the first time I'd been on a stage like this, but usually I was just playing a game, no interaction with the crowd, no spotlight on me. This was different. I adjusted my shirt collar for the 4th time as I listened to the stage curtain muffled voice of Blake 'Rants' Haugen tell the story of how he had to sleep in the garage after someone forgot to unlock the door during a 24 hour stream. My queue was coming up soon. I ran my claws through my cream chest tuft for the fifth time as I shifted my weight from footpaw to footpaw anxiously. "I think our female demographic is about to go, y'know, APESHIT with this next teensy little anouncement..." Monty 'Magic' Blacke said, cutting off Blake's story, much to the amusement of the crowd. 
	My queue. I nodded to the sound guy, and the chiptune-esque dubstep of my channel's outro song began to pump through the speakers. "What's this about 'female demographics?'" I say, using my 'sexy voice' as I strolled onto the stage. The female demographic did, indeed, go APESHIT. My large ears rang slightly as female squeals of delight were accompanied by shouts of 'IT'S SAMMY-KUN!'
	"Everyone, welcome the newest member of the Squad, SAMMY-KUN!!" Natasha 'Bomb' Blacke said, her amplified voice barely audible over the crowd. The rest of the panel passed in a blur for me, interspersed with questions like sleeping arrangements and if 'my internet was finally not going to suck' from fans and playful ribbing about my height and blue dyed ears from the group. "We finally have someone who knows how to cook for once!" Nathan 'Walapalooza' Christianson stage whispered into his mic, pointing at Natasha from behind his free paw. 	Everyone laughed at that, but it almost seemed like a flash of intense irritation crossed Natasha's muzzle at the remark when I glanced her direction. We all signed autographs for about an hour, after which the crowd unanimously joined Monty in his trademark closing 'and remember, stay fuzzy.' 
	Then it was time to return to the hotel. When I got back to my room, Will 'A.T.K' Sampson, who had failed to attend the panel under the pretense of being sick, was sitting at the foot of his bed cross legged, comforter pulled over his head as he edited a track for a video without really paying attention. "You still a potential patient Zero?" I ask, not really expecting an answer. He was a quiet one. "Nah, it was probably allergies, but I still felt like shit. Didn't wanna risk Con Crud for the rest of ya." Will replied, simultaniously checking Triller and MugTome while still managing to crank out the track he was working on. "Also, DUUUUUUUUDE that Night of The Fallen live action vid you just published was fuckin' siiiiick! You must've paid a FORTUNE in makeup and shit!" He finished, actually making eye contact, his eyes bleary from many screens. 
	I chuckled, flopping down on my bed. "It took over half a year to make, too, I still haven't made my money back!" He laughed, short and through his stuffy nose. "None of us've got the patience to do somethin' like that. Planning ahead for anything other than a con or road trip is pretty much beyond us. We usually just follow the sched that's served us since the beginning."
	"I have to admit, even I've noticed the lack of live action or co-op specials coming from you guys -well, us, now, I guess-, but we haven't QUITE gotten to the 'stuck in a rut' stage yet." I said, stifling a yawn. "It's hard to get footage where we're not arguing anymore..." Will said, sounding distant as he browsed the realm of YouTube that wasn't our 'territory' (heavily sarcastic air quotes.) "Wait...you guys argue?" I replied, noticing the look of concern crossing Will's muzzle. "Yeah...I've gotta show Monty this...Somebody got pre release content waaaay before we did..." Will said, grabbing his phone and hurrying out of the room, his laptop screen playing a developer sponsored video by 'knightsofthetabletop' that showed a game that was still locked deep behind an NDA for the RambleFoxes.