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SuiVids
When I was young, I wanted to be a filmmaker, but after about five years as a legal adult, I'd resigned myself to an office job. Then I learned about YouTube. The creators of YouTube weren't necessarily charismatic, but they had created a platform for people who did have that talent to hone it and gain stardom.

My dream was perfect in my head. I would create a site much like YouTube, but better somehow, where I could live vicariously through people who achieved stardom. But when I tried to replicate YouTube, I only made broken facsimiles.

Meanwhile, in searching for ways to create video platforms, it became really obvious that other people were making video-sharing sites, and the ones they made showed a steady hand and a knowledge far deeper than mine.

Finally, I relented. I couldn't make a video platform. But it wasn't over for me yet. That night, a huge green humanoid demon appeared in front of me, crackling ominously.

"What do you want," I squeaked.

"I want to help you make a video platform! I will make the platform, and you will give me the power to do so by sacrificing one hundred snakes!"

It was backbreaking work. I had to watch the snake die as I cut through its belly on a table with the demon's symbol. Then I had to thoroughly wash the table before killing the next snake. My work performance suffered because my energy was gone, my interpersonal relationships suffered because I "just wasn't the same person", and people kept looking at me strangely as I entered my house with boxes of live snakes. But, to be completely fair, it was easier by far than trying to code the website myself.

Once I'd finished, the demon gave me the code and ordered me to work. Under his command, my fingers flew, and the site was running in no time. The background was black, the video screen took up most of the space on the site, and there didn't seem to be any customization options. The search bar was where it is in Youtube today - in the center, near the top - but the name of the site was right underneath it in bold white letters: SuiVids.

The demon snickered as I looked at the site in confusion. "Do you think it looks good or bad?" he squealed in a mocking voice. "It doesn't matter, because if you change the site without my permission, it all goes down."

"Okay," I responded. "How is it different from YouTube?"

This was 2007, so YouTube didn't have livestreams or 1080HD visuals - but SuiVids did. In fact, it consisted solely of high-quality livestreams of suicides.

"What?" I screamed in agony.

The demon roared with laughter. "That's why! Seeing humans in pain makes me happy, and seeing them kill themselves makes me even happier! But not just me - many, many spirits can get a kick out of this!

I was openly sobbing at this point, which only made the demon's laughter stronger. "And that's not all! Spirits can actually use this! They can -" He went into a big list of different ways demons could benefit, but it didn't matter. I had helped create a website that livestreamed suicides.

There was a "Random" button underneath the screen, and I clicked on it hesitantly. I was immediately greeted with a girl sitting on her bed. The camera was to her back, and she was holding something I couldn't see.

As if responding to my thoughts, the camera whizzed around her and zoomed in on the bottle of pills in her hand. I banged the table and said, "Turn around! I don't want to see somebody overdose!"

The girl whipped her head up and shouted, "Who's there?"

''The MC learns that the videos are of people committing suicide. He despairs, but after screaming at the screen, he realizes that he can talk to the people. He talks to the demon, and after pitching it as a kind of game, he gets the go-ahead to call psychiatrists to try and stop the people from committing suicide. The psychiatrists are expensive, and he isn't even making a dent in the numbers. The recession hits, and it becomes hard to hire them. Eventually it's just him, trying to convince people not to commit suicide. The people who he'd talked to start helping him. They still aren't really making a dent in the amount of suicides, but he decides to hide this fact from them. Eventually, getting somewhat mad at the fact that they're kind of successful in some capacity, the demon puts up a counter of how many completed suicides there are on the site. Seeing these huge numbers, the people start contemplating suicide. The main character decides to give up his dream in order to change the site. '''