Day 4 Recap: Accused of Cheating, Raging in a Grinch Hoodie, and Still Showing Up

Day 4 recap is officially here for you to enjoy, and this one was… eventful.

(Yes, there’s no Day 3 recap. Life happened. )

I went live knowing I’d be playing against whoever the matchmaking gods decided to throw at me, but I didn’t expect one of those players to show up inside my TikTok Live after the game. Apparently my clan tag being “TikTk” is working exactly as my teammate suggested, if I annoy you enough in Call of Duty, you might come say hello. Or be angry.

Both work for me.

Mission accomplished, I guess.

At some point during the next match, my bestie Steph casually points out that the guy that was named “Beast” was now chatting in my TikTok Live. We just battled him in BR Causals. That’s when he dropped the accusation: cheating.

Which honestly? Thank you, sir.

I’m almost 50, wearing a Grinch hoodie like a five-year-old hyped for Christmas morning, and apparently you think I'm skilled enough to be suspicious. I don’t know what kind of compliment scale we’re using here, but I’m counting that as a win.

He also said I was raging.

Now, this is where self awareness comes in. I did what any unhinged woman in menopause would do and didn’t bother correcting him. Of course I rage. I rage in Warzone. I rage in the grocery store. I rage when someone stands too close to me in the cereal aisle.

My best friend confirmed this on live, publicly, with zero hesitation. I agreed with her immediately. She’s telling the truth, about 85% of the time she’s on the phone with me while I’m food shopping, I’m complaining about something. Usually other humans.

So no, I wasn’t offended. If anything, I felt seen.

The Energy in This Stream Was the Real Win

What made Day 4 special wasn’t the guy popping into the chat or the accusations (I mean, it was great entertainment), but the people who showed up for me.

My two daughters popped into the live and showed their mom some love. Yes, I told them to. No, I don’t regret it. If you’re lucky enough to have your kids support you, you don’t pretend that’s not happening just to look “cool” on the internet.

My regular teammates hung out in the stream too. The same ones I usually play with. No chaos, no ego, just people who know how I play and stick around anyway. They’re just as demented as I am, which helps. When you game with people who understand your humor, your pace, your snacking (I was eating Cheez-its) and your occasional rage spirals, it changes the entire vibe of a stream.

And then there was my girl who helps me with content ideas, raising goals, and figuring out how to do this whole “content creator” thing without losing my mind. She sat in, engaged with us, supported the flow of the stream, and quietly reminded me why community matters more than numbers ever will.

That kind of energy is amazing. You either have it, or you don’t. I have it because of them!

A Quick Look at the Numbers (Without Making It Weird)

I don’t want this to turn into a spreadsheet, but the stats from the last week tell a story I’m genuinely proud of.

• Over 350 views across streams

• More than 16,000 likes

• Nearly 9 hours live so far

• The majority of traffic coming from TikTok Live recommendations

That last part matters to me the most. It tells me people are finding the stream not just because they already know me, but because the platform is pushing it out. I hope they h ang out longer and get to know us. That means something is working, even if it doesn’t feel like its happening quickly.

This challenge was never about overnight growth or viral moments. It’s about showing up consistently, learning as I go, and building something that actually feels like me.

Women in My Stream

Here’s the part I really want to grow.

I appreciate the guys who show up and behave, honestly. Some of you are great. But I want more women in the chat. Women supporting women. Women who game. Women who lurk. Women who just want to sit there and vibe without being talked down to or questioned like they wandered into the wrong room.

And Day 4 gave me a glimpse of that.

I met a genuinely sweet woman in a Call of Duty match yes, they exist and we ended up following each other on TikTok. No weirdness. No competition. Just mutual respect and support. Those moments matter more to me than any kill count or scoreboard placement ever will.

Statistically, women make up nearly half of gamers. We’re not rare. We’re not new. And we don’t need permission to take up space.

I want this space to feel different. Comfortable. Real. Safe enough to be sarcastic, imperfect, and unapologetically ourselves.

What Day 4 Taught Me

Day 4 reminded me why I started this challenge in the first place.

I don’t have to be calm, quiet, or polished to deserve a seat at the table. I can rage a little. I can joke about menopause. I can get accused of cheating and laugh it off. I can be a mom, a wife, a friend, a teammate, and a woman who enjoys gaming all at the same time.

I don’t have to pretend I’m not competitive. I am!

And I definitely don’t have to stop wearing festive hoodies just because I’m “too old” for someone else’s comfort.

I’m doing this for me. For the women watching quietly. For the ones who pop into chat and then leave because they’re not ready yet. For the ones who think gaming spaces aren’t meant for them anymore. And honestly? For the version of myself who almost didn’t hit “Go Live” on Day 1.

And I will keep showing up.

Four days down. A lot more streams to go. And hopefully, a lot more women popping into the chat along the way.