ContractVille Part 2 – Divorce, Demolition & Chaos Inc
ContractVille originally streamed on 29th January 2026 – archive recap added before I forget what we built and/or demolished.
We Started By Hitting Each Other
Strong professional energy.
We loaded in, I was immediately mildly assaulted, and then Tel informed me I would be:
“sitting in the car.”
Passenger princess confirmed.
The Logistics Speedrun
Mission:
Collect cargo.
Deliver it in five minutes.
Do not mess it up.
Tel:
- Shift + E stacking like a logistics deity.
- Driving with terrifying competence.
- Calm.
Me:
- Running in the wrong direction initially.
- Deeply proud of following instructions.
- Not causing chaos (for once).
We earned four grand for using our own truck and I felt like we were briefly a respectable company.
Briefly.
The Divorced Man Arc
Next mission: renovate the house of a freshly divorced man who had smashed things up.
He wanted:
“Brand new. Different.”
We interpreted this as:
“He’s divorced. He has to have a single bed.”
Uncalled for? Possibly.
Accurate? Also possibly.
Highlights:
- Floral residue energy.
- Basement filth.
- A Stonehenge-style table that I stand by.
- Tel silently judging my furniture choices.
- Me asking whether this was for him to live in or sell.
It was chaotic but we finished it, levelled up, and did not leave rubbish behind.
Mostly.
Demolition: My True Calling
When the side goal said “Fully demolish building,” something inside me lit up.
Smash walls.
Find weak points.
Mini-game splat markers.
“This speaks to me.”
Tel:
“Why do you think I recommended this game?”
Valid.
No hard hats.
Debris everywhere.
Unapologetic joy.
It is alarmingly satisfying to break things in a structured, rewarded environment.
Bobby Stole Our Caravan
We returned home.
Our caravan was gone.
Left in its place?
A miniature version.
Rude.
So we did what any stable adults would do.
We founded a company.
Chaos Inc Is Born
City Hall.
Officer Smith.
Business name field.
We chose:
Chaos Inc
With a swirly logo.
“Do you think people will hire Chaos Inc?”
Probably not.
We are now joint CEOs with the ability to kick or ban each other.
This feels dangerous.
The Big Reveal – House Building
And then the game quietly said:
You are now building a house from foundations up.
Trenches.
Rebar.
Floor insulation.
Cement layers.
Lintels.
Brick placement.
Layer after layer.
Pour cement.
Shovel sand.
Stack materials.
At one point I said:
“This is like fishing.”
Tel replied:
“It is not reverse fishing.”
Debatable.
It is weirdly soothing though.
The precision.
The layering.
The visible progress.
I did not expect to enjoy cement this much.
Skill Points & Systems
We:
- Debated carry capacity.
- Looked longingly at the online store unlock.
- Discussed sustainability mechanics.
- Opened storage upgrades.
- Nearly pressed buttons we weren’t meant to.
Tel:
“Don’t press anything.”
Me:
Hovering.
Cement Therapy & Drama Confessions
Mid-foundation, I admitted I had fallen into short-form Chinese micro-dramas and watched sixty episodes without blinking.
Tel built foundations.
I built questionable media habits.
Balanced partnership.
Where We Ended
By the end of Stream 2, we had:
- Completed logistics runs.
- Renovated a divorce house.
- Demolished a building.
- Founded Chaos Inc.
- Built actual foundations for a real house.
From caravan chaos to corporate builders in two sessions.
Not bad for a pair of gremlins.
Full replay is embedded above if you want to witness:
- The single bed declaration.
- The demolition glee.
- The miniature caravan betrayal.
- The cement era.
Next time: walls, windows, interiors, and possibly more questionable business decisions.
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