Cry's BioCry (Cryaotic) is a Let's Player on Youtube. In other words, he makes videos of gaming commentary.More Like This
"Cry" isn't his real name, but everyone calls him Cry because of his username "Cryaotic". His Youtube username is Chaoticmonki (He made that when he was 13. Don't judge. XD). He started making videos a few years ago when he felt like he should do something more with his life other than playing World of Warcraft for 20 hours each day.
He usually known for his horror gaming, but he also plays smaller Indie games and games with a good story-line. People seem to enjoy his commentary on games, they find it pretty amusing and entertaining. Other than commentary, he also does "Cry Reads" where he read stories, mainly horror. He's also known to do Co-Op with another Let's Player called PewDiePie (Fans ship them together. Oh yay ) and he also does livestreams for about eight hours on Saturdays in which he plays video games online, answers questions about himself
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PewdieCry: LostPewdieCry- Rated PGMore Like This
"Are you sure?" Pewdie asked, holding the dynamite. He and Cry had come to the exit of the colossal castle they met eachother in over a week ago. But the door was locked, and the only way out was to blow up the exit. And there was another problem, the exit was in the same room that held others who were trapped here, others who told Pewdie and Cry they were their families. But neither of them could recall anything other then waking up together here.
"They could be lying, and either way, it's survival of the fittest" Cry answered confidently. Together they lit the dynamite then took cover behind another door. The explosion left them with ringing ears, but as the soft light of a full moon filtered in, they shouted in joy, embracing eachother tightly. When their hearing returned, they realized what they were doing and jumped apart, cheeks red.
"Sorry bro" Pewdie said at the same time as Cry muttered "Sorry, friend"
A few seconds later, once the smoke had cleared, they l
GrowingThe friends I had,More Like This
the memories we shared,
the lessons we learned,
the persons who cared.
Words gone unsaid,
the lives drifting apart,
my school life ending,
my true life given start.
Regret growing inside,
of the words left unspoken,
the lives I wished to touch,
my heart torn and broken.
Those friends so far away,
distant and grown mature,
my memories beginning to fade,
the life of my childhood a blur.
A familiar smile,
comes in to view,
my eyes begin to open,
thank God, it's you.