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[Trouver] Ancienne émission web avec plusieurs animateurs qui testaient des expériences (2013-2018)

Je cherche une émission diffusée sur youtube mais il est possible qu'elle étai diffuser a la télé et que certains épisodes étai partage sur youtube, probablement entre 2013 et 2018. (Cependant pas sûr des dates )

Ce n'était pas une émission scénarisée ni une série, mais plutôt un format de reportage/expérience avec une production professionnelle. Même si elle était sur YouTube, le rendu faisait clairement penser à une émission de télévision : montage travaillé, habillage et réalisation de type TV, pas un simple vlog de créateur.

Le format était assez court, probablement autour de 10 minutes par épisode.

L'émission comptait plusieurs animateurs ou reporters (pas seulement deux personnes). Je me souviens notamment de la présence d'une femme parmi les animateurs. Les animateurs se filmaient parfois eux-mêmes avec une caméra portée, mais ce n'était pas dans un style amateur : la production derrière semblait importante.

Les épisodes abordaient des thèmes très variés :

\- des expériences sociales ;

\- des défis ou expériences personnelles ;

\- des sujets autour du voyage et de la découverte.

Un épisode dont je me souviens :

\- deux animateurs étaient dans un hôtel au Maroc (ou Tunisie);

\- l'un d'eux a commandé une chicha en pensant qu'elle était comprise dans l'offre du séjour ;

\- il s'est rendu compte ensuite que ce n'était pas inclus.

Un autre épisode :

\- un animateur voyageait au Portugal avec l'objectif de dépenser le moins d'argent possible.

Au départ, j'ai pensé qu'un des animateurs ressemblait à Édouard Montoute et un autre à Oussama Ammar, mais ce ne sont pas eux. Ces ressemblances étaient seulement des repères physiques et ne sont pas des indices fiables. (Je suis pas certain pour Oussama ammar mais je me souviens très bien que l'un des animateurs ressemblait a Édouard montoute)

L'émission ressemblait donc davantage à un magazine web professionnel avec des animateurs qui testaient des expériences et des situations réelles, plutôt qu'à une chaîne YouTube personnelle.

Edit: J'ai trouvé le nom de l'émission c'est "on est plus des pigeons"

(for context peacekeepers are not the same as the prison guards they're a special military group sent as temporary reinforcements to the prison personnel)

You take some time to take in the feeling of the wood under your hand.

As you do, you stare intently at the wood's pattern. It is not much visible anymore, as the years have taken their toll on the bed.

You run your hand along the horizontal bar serving as mattress to the inmates. You feel every bit of the wood’s grain.

You then remove your hand from the bed and continue observing the, although faint, intricate vein-like patterns on the wood.

You eventually walk away, deciding it is best to linger no more. You walk back out of the dorm and then move to the one next to it.

As you push the broken door open, you see another guard inside. Already, you share a quick weary glance before you step inside.

You quickly look around the room before you decide to approach the guard. You can see he's doing something to one of the stacked beds.

As his back is turned, you can't exactly see what, but he seems to be concentrated on it.

The floorboards betray your approach, causing the guard to turn around with a hostile expression on his face.

You see the guard holding a knife in his right hand. You're now a bit more cautious to approach him, but nonetheless you continue forward.

Now you stand before him, silently staring, both unsure of what to say. He speaks up coldly, “What do you want, weirdo?”

“What are you doing?” you innocently ask, genuinely curious about his business with the bed.

“None of your business,” he spews out after stepping so close to you his chest bumps into yours.

You're startled by the sudden aggression, and you're unsure of how to properly react.

After a bit of stammering, you tell the guard, “Why is your knife out? What were you doing?”

“I said it's not your fucking business” he barks out, bumping against you again, causing you to back up you can feel his knife pressing against your chest.

Before you can speak again, someone else enters the dorm, causing both of you to look at the entrance.

It's one of your fellow comrades. He seems to stop upon noticing the charged atmosphere between you and the guard.

Furthermore, he slightly raises his gun once he sees the man's knife is out. You take the opportunity to back away from the guard.

As you do, you can finally see that the guard has, or was until you interrupted him, been carving a crude shape of a penis on the foot of the bed.

“This man was destroying prison property by carving an obscene… shape onto the bed using his knife, and he also assaulted me when I demanded to know what he was doing,” you hurriedly tell your comrade.

Your comrade looks at the guard for a split second. He seems to think, but when he sees the guard holding a knife, he quickly aims his gun at the guard.

“PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!” he yells loudly. You now stand further away from the guard, your gun aimed at him too.

The guard seems to panic. Clearly, he didn't think he would get interrupted, and he didn't think the situation would escalate out of his grasp.

He backs up and lets go of the knife, which falls blade first, planting itself in the floorboards with a faint thumping sound.

He quickly throws his hands up, saying, “Hey, put the fucking guns down. There's no need for that, jerks.”

The commotion attracts other guards, who soon pile into the small dorm.

The atmosphere turns electric as the guards don't really take the time to understand what's going on before pointing their guns at you two.

The vandal takes the opportunity to aim at you. You're now outnumbered, you think to yourself.

Other peacekeepers enter, thankfully, and the room suddenly turns into a true Mexican standoff in a single moment.

You and the other peacekeeper aim at the vandal. The four guards who entered are aiming at you two. The three other peacekeepers who entered are aiming at the four guards.

The air is still. You feel the situation could turn sour at any moment. You change targets to aim at a guard who is aiming at you.

Another guard changes to aim at a peacekeeper standing behind him. Every man in that room is ready to shoot the other.

For a tense, stretching moment, everyone is silent. No one really knows what to do, but everyone knows that they should shoot first.

You know this also, but still you don't fire. Despite the burning sensation in your veins and your heart beating rapidly, your breathing is deep and steady.

You hold your gun steadily, and you anchor it well against your shoulder.

The vandal speaks again. “Help me. Those guys are crazy, they-”

But before he can finish his sentence, the whole room hears footsteps outside the dorm. The exact cadence leaves no doubt about who is approaching.

You look behind the guard you're aiming at and see, through the open door, the imposing frame of Major Malach.

The dilapidated dorm seems to quake with each step the Major takes up the stairs. Soon, he has to slightly bend down to pass through the door.

The guards closest to him soon put their guns down and stand saluting the Major, who now stands still in front of the door.

You and your comrades follow and salute Major Malach.

The silence in the room seems to shift just as quickly as it began. The standoff dies down, but the atmosphere remains charged with anticipation.

The Major, who is still standing silently in front of the door, scans the room with his cold, narrowed eyes.

He then speaks up, addressing the vandal.

“What happened?” demands Malach.

The vandal musters up a meek, “I... I was carving something on one of the beds when he caught me.”

The guard admits his transgression of the rules immediately under Malach's chilling gaze. He points at you when explaining what happened.

You notice his outstretched finger trembles slightly as he speaks. He even visibly fails to hold back a chill running down his back.

Malach then looks at you. His eyes are strangely inquisitive, causing you to blurt out, “I walked in the room to inspect it, and I saw him carving something on a bed with his knife, and when I asked him what he was doing, he assaulted me and threatened me with his knife.”

Malach then looks at you, his eyes are strangely inquisitive, causing you to blurt out, “I walked in the room to inspect it, and I saw him carving something on a bed with his knife, and when I asked him what he was doing, he assaulted me and threatened me with his knife.”

“It's true. I saw it,” chimes in the other peacekeeper. Malach looks back at the guard, then at the knife planted in the ground, and at the unfinished carving behind him.

Without a single word, Malach steps forth towards the terrified guard, who visibly recoils in fear. Soon, Malach is looming over the guard, his large body completely hiding the man.

For a second, the room is deathly silent. Then Malach speaks up again.

“Your recent behavior cannot be tolerated within the Orcus Correctional Mining Facility, and therefore your position as a guard will be terminated immediately. Furthermore, you have assaulted and threatened a member of personnel. You are therefore going to be imprisoned and judged for your crimes. Please cooperate.”

The guard is practically sobbing now. He reluctantly hands his guns to Malach, as well as his badge. Malach takes them and produces a pair of zip ties from his utility belt, which he places around the man's wrists.

He then turns around and addresses the other guards, demanding to know why they were aiming their guns at you and the other peacekeepers.

One of the guards steps forward and says they heard a commotion, and when they entered, they found you and your comrade holding a guard at gunpoint.

He explains they reacted instinctively and with incomplete information. He too makes no attempt at painting the events in a better light for him and his colleagues.

Major Malach then speaks again. “Your conduct was actively dangerous and against protocol. You will temporarily be relieved of your duties, deprived of your pay, awaiting further judgement.”

“You will be confined to your dormitory and not permitted to leave it until your actions have been examined by higher authority within the Orcus Correctional Mining Facility.”

He then orders the guards to go to the armory to deposit all their equipment and to then head to their dormitory before ordering you to follow him.

“Yes, sir,” you exclaim, wondering where you're going next.

The guards salute him and head out. Malach tells you to get the knife, and you quickly pull it out from the floor.

He tells the other peacekeepers their actions will be examined by higher authority within the facility and to return to their respective dorms while awaiting the examination.

He begins walking out the door, holding the prisoner in front of him, his rapid pace causing the prisoner to have to practically run just to keep up.

Rathaus, Vienna. Former Austria.

8:00AM, 12 march 2385.

The consul of the Germania province himself opens the parade, wearing a pure white uniform with thick purple borders.

He bears countless prestigious medals on his puffed chest, draped in a majestic red cloak and crowned with a golden wreath.

He brandishes high above all the others the holy Imperium standard. Trumpets sound its arrival, and fireworks light the sky.

Soldiers salute it, while crowds flock against the protective barriers to see it, chanting its praise throughout the city.

Second comes the praetorian council, their grey beards and white hair flowing down their decorated chests.

Wearing purple robes decorated with golden threads along the hem, they carry heavy golden staves, brandishing them up and down while yelling, “HAIL TO THE GOLDEN STANDARD!”

The crowd echoes them: “Hail to the golden standard!” booming from the masses, police drones hovering above, their lasers scanning faces in the crowd.

Lastly come the regional governors, who are equally acclaimed. They carry banners, each representing a major city of the Germania province.

Spanning from Düsseldorf all the way to Warsaw and counting around 120 million citizens it's one of the biggest on Terra.

The parade now reaches the historic Austrian Parliament building, now repurposed in the Germanian consulate.

From Tokyo to Paris and Moscow, each major imperial city is celebrating the unification day of Terra with a parade of its own, equal in imperial grandeur.

Indeed, this particular parade marks the 200th anniversary of the unification of Earth.

More so, billions of citizens of the empire are also celebrating parades of their own from places as far as the Kuiper Belt colonies and other extrasolar dominions.

About a hundred and fifty ambassadors from allied xeno species have been invited to join this particular celebration, and all have answered present to celebrate Terra.

The 120th Armored Battalion begins parading, tanks as well as armored troop carriers slowly moving down the avenue.

Their large tanks fly the colors of the battalion, their guns aimed up, inspire imperial domination to the citizens gathered at the parade.

A squadron of D-SCPH Astral interceptors comes piercing through the clear sky, their roaring engines muting the crowd despite over 250,000 people present.

The 13th Artillery Battalion is rolling down massive field artillery cannons, accompanied by their crews.

They’re trailed by two brand-new Antonov MK2 missile systems; they've long been the very tip of ballistic missile technology.

Astral ordnance has even been put in high orbit around Earth, including one of the only two orbital lasers of the empire and a few sets of interplanetary missile bays.

Though not visible to the crowds below, they’ve been stationed here for the other citizens of the Sol system and foreign countries.

Even an old nuclear-powered ship, the Wandering Atom, has been launched back into orbit, the very first of its kind, now rendered obsolete by the Cosmic Arrays network.

Back down on Earth, however, the parade continues. Under the supervision of police drones.

Crowds have begun chanting the United Human Empire’s motto: “in darkest night and bleakest days humanity will prevail.”

Police officers have begun deploying LRADs due to the growing agitation, as well as doubling the number of autonomous drones to monitor the crowd.

The parade passes the Volksgarten, which is now filled by citizens who came to watch the parade, as fireworks are being launched from the Theseus Temple.

The Rosengarten, however, has been closed off by the police and repurposed into a temporary command hub.

The 370th and 476th Infantry Battalions, each led by their respective Lieutenant Colonels, march in formation. Each carefully synchronized step they take echoes throughout the city.

Suddenly, the sky darkens. Something big passes over the sun, casting a gargantuan shadow over the astounded crowd.

It slowly gets bigger, and people begin realizing what it is, as awe fills the entire city of Vienna.

It’s the Orbital Fortress, a true behemoth flying 80 kilometers above the ground. Rolling thunder-like sounds shake the crowd.

People cover their eyes as the sunlight appears again. The sky itself rumbles deeply as the fortress keeps descending into the atmosphere.

Its armament is consequent enough to seize certain astral bodies, such as dwarf planets, on its own.

It’s 2 km long and carries up to 10,000 men. Many dream of serving onboard the orbital fortress, it's been nicknamed the empire's will.

It’s the only one of its kind in the galaxy, the crown jewel of the space force.

The parade, however, remains stoical as the legendary 30th Extra-Planetary Company marches proudly. They are true pioneers of the empire.

They were the first to conduct missions outside the Sol system more than 130 years ago.

Opening the way for the United Human Empire and giving humanity a new horizon to reach for.

The crowd redoubles their deafening roars at the sight of the grey armored spacesuits of the 30th Company.

Its leader, the highly decorated Company Commander Morgan, marches his troops down proudly, carrying the company’s banner and his lasgun.

The U.P.F. is also represented. The 215th Company of peacekeepers is present, led by Company Commander Irons. He carries the flag of the U.P.F.

The crowd cheers as the flag passes by them. They begin to chant, “Glory be given to the protectors of mankind.”

Now you, the 55th U.P.F. Cadet Regiment, march proudly down the street, your head held high. You bask in the acclamation of the crowd.

You feel an overwhelming sense of honor and pride, but you also feel that you haven’t earned that praise yet.

You only ask for a chance to earn it, to prove your worth as a peacekeeper before the galaxy.

You dream of the day you’ll come back to Terra as a hero amongst the entire galactic force.

You keep marching, each step you take perfectly in rhythm with the other three thousand soldiers parading.

You arrive at the stopping point of the parade, Heldenplatz, its luscious gardens and usually serene atmosphere now troubled by tens of thousands of people.

As the parade comes to a halt, police drones buzz frantically over the crowds, restlessly scanning faces and issuing warnings to remain behind the barriers.

The parade stops just in front of the Hofburg. Many banners adorn its walls, and many new statues of past consuls or heroes of the empire sit atop its roof.

The historic statues of Archduke Charles of Austria and Prince Eugene of Savoy have also been replaced.

The first by a statue of Till Hildemann, the first consul of Germania, and the second by a statue honoring the millions of dead of the unification wars.

Heldenplatz, Vienna, Germania Province.

8:15 AM

Suddenly, a charged silence makes its way through every corner of the city. Everyone falls silent. The entire globe turns their eyes towards a single point.

The balcony over the entrance of the Hofburg, on which appears none other than the High Commander of the United Planetary Front, Gideon Drox.

You’re struck, as the entirety of Terra seems to also be, by the presence of the High Commander. The silence isn’t just heavy, now it’s profoundly reverent.

He salutes the troops, his cybernetic hand prosthesis, sign of the devotion he has for the U.P.F., moving purposefully and gracefully.

Every single soldier of the empire that is stationed on Terra salutes back at the exact same time in a wondrous show of loyalty and coordination.

All turned towards this very point: 48.2065° N, 16.3656° E.

It’s not just you, or the whole of Vienna, or Terra, or all of the 75 billion citizens of the empire.

But it’s the whole transgalactic community, eagerly awaiting the words of the High Commander.

“Dear citizens, it is with great honor that we sons of Terra today celebrate its unification.”

His simple yet sincere words are enough to ripple through the empire, causing any and all who listen to feel themselves irrevocably drawn to his voice.

“Today, this very day, marks the 200th year of the end of the Great Unification War and the signing of the global peace treaty.”

You remember learning about the history of the Unification back when you were in the imperial institute of education.

And now, to think YOU are actually part of that history you studied fills you with immense pride.

“200 years… in two centuries we’ve come so far, we’ve buried millennias of pointless wars and mindless self destruction.”

“Let us look back on our journey and celebrate the way we’ve overcome adversity.”

“Let us remember the great men and women who, thanks to their heroic sacrifices and brilliant genius, have helped launch humanity far further than our ancestors ever thought possible.”

High Commander Gideon Drox steps aside, and from seemingly thin air appears an hologram of the founding fathers of unified Terra.

The very first supreme imperial synod, then called the global unification committee.

A group of ten elected members who first negotiated the sacred treaty that brought peace over Terra.

And unified earth as one indivisible force against the vast hostile unknown galaxy.

Their forms materialize right where high Commander Gideon Drox stood moments ago. They appear all wearing white robes, speaking before the U.N., the closest thing back then to a united global council.

Suddenly, the speakers mounted on the police drones blast the date and location of the hologram projected.

A bland female voice announces:

“12th March 2185, UNOV, Vienna.”

The fixed holograms then slowly begin moving as the revered members of the global unification committee give the historic speech that convinced all world leaders to sign the unification treaty.

As well as ending the Great Unification War after more than 120 million human lives lost.

“Honorable members of the United Nations council we the global unification committee come before you not wielding threats or warnings but we stand before you as the heralds of humanity.”

“120 millions. One hundred and twenty million lives gone, more than all wars in human history since the beginning of our race.”

“40 years of global conflict from guns and bombs to chemical weapons to even the nuclear bomb yes nuclear bomb.”

“An extra solar human colony belonging to the Russian Federation has been wiped out, annihilated completely by a thermobaric nuclear device launched by an unknown human party.”

“15 million have died In response the Russian Federation has launched one of their own who's currently headed to earth.”

“This kind of senseless destruction will guarantee the total extinction of the human race not by an alien civilization but by our own.”

“We stand at the end of an era for humanity as we know it and we humans will be our own undoing.”

“For 40 long years we've battled and fought amongst ourselves entire countries have gone either by annexation or by fighting themselves to extinction.”

“And in the meantime foreign alien civilizations have profited from our own inability to stand together united as one to fight for our survival in the intergalactic world.”

“How many worlds have been lost, how many human lives sacrificed, how many children of earth have been left to die millions of kilometers away from mother earth.”

“All in the rampant race to the starts who will colonize the furthest star who will have the biggest most powerful armies who will have the most advanced technology.”

“While the real victims of the interstellar expansion race are none other than humans.”

“While we spend our time fighting over crumbs of territory while people kill other people over the moon of a planet light years away.”

“We fight each other when we could instead unite and open our civilization to countless other life forms.”

“We could reach for the confines of our universe, learn its secrets, and establish humanity as a pillar of strength and unity amongst the stars.”

“We the global unification committee come instead bearing a different vision of the future one where no man is of a particular country, a specific race, a specific religion.”

“But instead a world where humans are defined by what they truly are HUMANS children of earth and of the United Human Empire.”

The synthetic voice is heard again describing the following months where one by one all world leaders agreed to put behind centuries of wars and rivalry and sign the unification treaty.

As the holograms disappear new ones appear displaying the moment each world leader added their signature to the treaty.

Then high commander Gideon Drox steps forward again raising his cybernetic hand into a fist chanting “Universum et stellae” you, the crowd and the whole of humanity chants also echoing the imperial motto to the depths of the universe