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Anthony Fantano had reached his limit.
It was now mid-October, which meant that he hadn't been making reviews for more than two weeks.
Two weeks, and all he had to show were some 4chan posts and two pissed off sides of a national gun control debate.
True, when his life ended and the channel was inherited by Cal in Connecticut, he swore that Cal would maintain a certain authenticity.
Cal would make mixtapes occasionally, but merely as amusement.
He would remain faithful. But lately, Fantano's subscribers had begun to worry.
They had trouble watching Cal's videos, and when they did, they saw horrible memes.
They lay awake at night, refreshing his channel in their web browsers, anger mounting in their eyes.
As they pictured Anthony, his sworn vows were overcome by trap-influenced beats and the smooth soothings of some strong 10, finally submitting to the ecstasy of musical oblivion.
It was more than the human mind could bear.