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♦. Who the heck are YOU ?
♦. What's your LORE ?
♦. Can I see the CREDITS for the channel's ASSETS ?
♦. I want something that I CAN'T FIND HERE !
♦. Oh, I just wanted to say "HI" !

"Positivity, chill games, and french pastries (warning : might contain loud screams)" - Rei Dunamis, 2025

Who am I ?

Now that's a hard question. You can call me Baguette, I'm what an average teenager might call "ancient", which somehow has terrible consequences on my attention span and reflexes, do NOT expect good gameplay on my Twitch channel is all I can say for sure !As for Real-Life me, I am currently looking for work, and I try my best to stream four days a week when my energy levels are good enough to do so !I loved gaming since I was a lil ball of dough, since my father and I used to play Super Mario and Duck Hunt together. I also started learning English with a controller in one hand and my pocket English Dictionnary in the other because I hated not understanding what was going on.Growing up, I really was in fond of RPGs, especially Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, Disgaea, Dungeon Siege, Fable and Oblivion. I felt like video games were the best medium ever conceived and that surely it was impossible that such creativity would ever fall flat.BUT HERE WE ARE, we've all seen today's industry, AAA being shackled by shareholders preventing them to take any risks so they serve us more or less the same recipe every three or four years, numbing our metaphorical gaming tastebuds.As a consequence, and since games such as The Binding of Isaac or To The Moon entered my life, I started digging for originality, freshness and silly indie games. I try my best to share my love for them out there, whether by playing them on stream or by showcasing the ones I finished whenever I can.I believe that every released game is a miracle and should be treated accordingly, especially because without them, life would be much sadder :)Oh. I also like to draw. I don't do it often !

"Coziness, happy spirit and silly gameplay these are the ingredients that make Baguette what they are!" - PandaLen7, 2025

The LORE, you ask ?

In 1793, during the Reign of Terror, a small bakery struggled to survive in a rather unusual context. Executions here, betrayals there, endless turmoil all over. But hidden away in this little shop, between two sales of fresh, crusty bread, was a baker with a dream.She swore that bread was so good that it was absolutely possible for an excellent one to grant immortality, provided it was baked with love, passion, and care. She could die on that hill: bread has a divine quality, that much is certain. Every day without fail, she strove to produce the best loaves for her customers, and once her day was over, she would lock herself in the kitchen, where she tried, as best she could, to prove her theory.She chose every ingredient with love, she shaped their curves with passion; nothing gave her more pleasure than the bread fresh from the oven, the golden crust, the elasticity and freshness of the still-warm crumb.She had been trying for years, under the sometimes amused, sometimes despairing gaze of her colleague, the aptly named Ficelle, whose job it was to sell these loaves, with varying degrees of success, in a merciless economic climate.One day, when the revolutionaries outside were particularly agitated, searching for a new target, she finally bit into a piece of a baguette* that she had spent the night shaping into a perfectly slender form.Our little baker felt all the love she had put into this little loaf, so crusty, with such a tender crumb. This new shape was also incredibly easy to transport. She spoke to her companion, who was tidying up the shop, and the latter, seeing this new bread shape, offering endless new possibilities, exclaimed—and it was unfortunate—"YOU DROPPED THIS 👑, QUEEN!!!" These words were somewhat avant-garde, and at what cost… The groups that could be heard coming and going in the streets must have heard this outpouring of joy, so much so that several men flung open the door and, without trying to understand, dragged the bewildered baker into the public square.At its center stood a curious pile of wood: two long beams, imposing uprights flanking a heavy beveled blade, held in place by a strong rope attached to a thick lever below. The base of this curious structure comprised two planks, each with an arc cut off, forming a hollow circle in their center: the infamous guillotine.The baker, aware that it was all a huge misunderstanding, tried to protest as best she could: "Are you all idiots? I've run this bakery for a decade! YOU BUY YOUR BREAD FROM ME, YOU BUNCH OF MORONS!" But her protests were drowned out by a crowd that seemed to have spontaneously gathered for the occasion, driven by some morbid curiosity. It wasn't long before the final curtain fell on her short and futile existence.A head fell, followed by a heavy silence. The hunt resumed. The body wasn't even removed and remained there until, during the night, a tiny woman with a wooden wheelbarrow loaded the body, head and all inside, before she took it into the bakery, out of sight.She placed a trembling hand on the hair of the woman who had been her friend only yesterday, grabbed a shovel, and went into the backyard, where she busied herself digging until dawn, protected from prying eyes by a crumbling stone wall, miraculously held in place by a thick vine. It was cold, the earth was hard under the onslaught of the tool, and the tears that fell on its surface froze almost instantly.Once the sun rose, she took up the wheelbarrow again and maneuvered it as best she could to get as close as possible to the hole, which, it had to be said, was clearly not deep enough to contain the body that was destined to feed the maggots there. Ficelle was well aware of this, and once again burst into sobs, wiping her tears on her apron and sniffling loudly."You're making a lot of noise, what time is it?"Ficelle turned around; she had just heard her friend's voice, she was certain of it. She was losing her mind, under the weight of grief that nothing and no one could have predicted, but above all under the weight of guilt."Fifi, I can't see anything, is it morning? I had an absolutely incredible nap!"Ficelle began to tremble. The hole would probably need to be widened for two people. Hearing things that wouldn't exist in this day and age would likely guarantee a shortened lifespan. She turned towards the body in the wheelbarrow and let out a cry of horror when she saw it scratching its belly, before covering her mouth with her hands swiftly, what if someone heard and came to check if everything was alright ?Hearing voices was one thing, but hallucinating? That was quite a whole other deal. She tried to touch the arm with her fingertips, swallowing hard. She felt unwell, and a terrible wave of nausea washed over her. The arm stopped moving at the touch of her fingers; it was warm and soft. Ficelle had always heard that the dead were cold, their bodies rigid—none of this made sense.The body stirred in front of Ficelle, who fell backward. It miraculously managed to get out of the wheelbarrow and stand up. Its hands wandered over the body: everything seemed to be in its place. When it tried to touch its head, though, there was a moment of hesitation; it touched nothing, as if it were kneading some kind of dough invisible to the naked eye. Ficelle was close to fainting at the absurdity of the scene."HUH?"The hands then moved closer to the neck; the wound, miraculously, seemed cauterized—a horrific sight nonetheless in a situation that was already anything but pleasant."Ugh… I don't understand ANYTHING. I see WOOD, I smell WOOD, I can feel WOOD on my cheek, as much as my hair is stuck to it. It's terrible, it itches! Would it be too much to ask for some help?" the baker's voice began, sounding restless, while the body took that pose that betrayed a certain impatience: hands on hips as a foot started tapping on the ground.Ficelle, confused and utterly convinced she'd lost her mind (though less radically than her friend), hesitantly approached the wheelbarrow and delicately grasped the head lying there, turning it to face the sky and brushing away the hair plastered to its skin with a mixture of sweat and blood. The head pouted, as if trying not to sneeze, then opened its eyes, its face beaming at the sight of Ficelle, who was trembling more and more noticeably."Ficelle! I'm so glad to see you! I have no idea what's going on, my back hurts, but I slept like a baby."---*The origins of the baguette remain uncertain to this day. Some theories suggest its introduction following the decree of November 15, 1793: "Wealth and poverty must equally disappear from the regime of equality; there will no longer be a loaf of fine flour for the rich and a loaf of bran for the poor. All bakers will be required, under penalty of imprisonment, to make only one type of bread: the Equality Bread," a symbol of the social equality established thanks to the revolution. Before this, bread was one of the many symbols of inequality, with the rich consuming white bread and the poor forced to eat dark bread. Frankly, this fits my narrative perfectly: I therefore decide that this theory is a good fit, thank you, goodnight!

"We could use your bones as fuel bag" - Hendogamous, 2025

The CREDITS ? But of COURSE !

Here is the list of the cool assets used on my Twitch channel, if anything is missing, hit me up and I'll fix that !♦. The png model is from yours truly !
♦. The animated alerts are from PixlinShop
♦. The animated layout, transitions and panels are from Tityolity
♦. Emotes templates are from Takiimikiku
♦. Additional art : Checku, TheGrapesGatsby, PandaLen7,
OptionalMal, arakaranai, Smudge The Goblin, Skeldyr

You... You wanted to say HI ?

Thank you so much ? You're so kind ?? YOU DESERVE THE BEST DAY EVER ??? HAVE YOU TAKEN CARE OF YOURSELF TODAY ? DID YOU EAT A COOKIE, DID YOU DRINK A WARM CHOCCIE ? WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD A GOOD NAP ? HAVE YOU SLEPT ENOUGH ? DID YOU TAKE YOUR MEDICATION ? DO YOU DRINK ENOUGH WATER EVERY DAY ? HOW IS YOUR FIBER INTAKE ? YOU GLORIOUS BEAST DESERVE THE VERY BEST SO YOU BETTER MAKE IT HAPPEN IN A WAY OR ANOTHER OR ELSE...
CONSEQUENCES !