A creator confesses to smashing laptops on camera to pad videos past YouTube's 10-minute monetization threshold, comparing his escalation from Windows machines to expensive Macs to drug addiction. His collaborator Beast spends recklessly on explosives and equipment, risking homelessness, and quitting triggers bizarre compulsions like counting to 100,000.
Some of you, some of you have already started to notice it, but I'm addicted, okay? I admit it. I'm addicted, okay? Yes, I'm addicted to smashing laptops. I hate Minecraft intros! Why did it not work? Fucking hate this new algorithm, it sucks! That was my new computer! It all started when I found out 10-minute videos make more money. You know, I don't care about the fans, I just want money. And when I found out I could stretch my videos out and make more money, I was like, "Well, let's do this!" So, you know, I started smashing laptops, you know, to tack on 30 seconds to help get to that 10-minute mark, and— it was just a downhill slope from there. The adrenaline got to me. I hate 'em! Will they ever work?
Fire!
Without the passcode, my butt!
I occasionally help Beast film videos, but one time I walked in his room and there was 15 smashed laptops on the floor. If something doesn't change, Beast is gonna be homeless. Homeless. Homeless.
Just the sound of the screen hitting the concrete and just thinking of all that wasted money and just reading the TexRac clone comments, it's just, ugh, I just, I couldn't get enough.
This is a huge problem. And we've tried to help him. We've done everything we know how to do. We even locked him in his room for 2 whole days. Without laptops. And you know what he did? He counted to 100,000. Like, who does that?
It doesn't make sense. Like, I've even seen doctors about this, but whenever I try to quit, I just— my body just starts doing dumb things like reading the entire dictionary or counting for 44 hours straight. I don't know why, but it's like I get possessed. Honestly, there was a time where I seriously thought about sitting down and reading the entire Bible in one sitting. Like, I'm not a loser, okay? It just— it just comes over me. I don't know why. Dun dun da duh duh duh! Da duh duh duh duh duh! But just like every addiction it starts to evolve and get out of hand you know? I don't get that same high when I smash a Windows laptop recently. I've had to resort to Macs and buying a used Mac off eBay is 5 times as expensive as a Windows computer.
It's—
It's draining me, you know? Beast once knocked on my door at midnight and asked me to help him blow up laptops. Who does that? To me, smashing a Windows laptop is like drinking alcohol, you know? It's alright, but after a while it gets old, you know? And smashing a Mac is like doing weed, you know? It's cool and all, but still is kinda bland. But blowing up a laptop, that, that, that's like my version of cocaine. Like, just the thought of wasting hundreds of dollars on, you know, explosives, and then wasting money on a— just all that wasted money, ugh. Oh dude, I just, I just can't stop. I want more of it. I care about Beast, and I don't want him to waste his money on explosives and laptops. He needs help. The hell did I go wrong? Your dad should have just pulled out. What's up, Beast? Oh, not much. Hey, can I borrow this laptop? I just need to do something. I would— I don't know about that. I just— it's fine. I'll just— Beast, my Some people just, they just don't understand. You know, it's not a choice. It's a lifestyle. It's who I am, you know? It's just, it's not easy just to let it go. I hate people who count to 100,000! Where do we keep on getting all these laptops from?
