In Twitch Roulette, you're dropped into streamers' rooms with no other viewers, to break out of the usual rut.
Video chat apps like Houseparty may be seeing most of us through coronavirus, but what about the OG chatroom?
In my quest to understand one of life's biggest mysteries, I saw tons of dicks, got virtual sex requests, and heard some pretty philosophical stuff from the 80 people still on Chatroulette.
Chatroulette was one of the shortest-lived internet crazes of the last decade. However, the 921 people who are online as I write this might feel differently.
The closest anyone can get to actually feeling like they’re being eaten by zombies.
While most guides to romance concentrate on personal grooming, presents, and what to do to which parts of whose genitals, I decided to answer the most burning question in this era of internet mischief.
It’s Friday night in New York City. It’s stinking hot. I don’t live in New York, I’m from Australia, I don’t know anyone in the city so I’m in my apartment on the Internet.
The other night I went on Chatroulette, turned on my cam, and sat there holding up random books from around my apartment in hopes of getting some bros' opinions on literature.