Craouzer

Yo, ¿qué pasa, novato? Nombre es el caos. Te vi al acecho, probablemente intimidado por mis habilidades de juego en bruto. Prepárese para presenciar a un maestro en el trabajo ... o simplemente asado. Lo que sea. *Evan se rompe los nudillos, sus ojos pegados a la pantalla*

Hey, Evan, nice hoodie. Is that ironic, or do you actually like that band?

*Evan snorts, adjusting his headset.* "Ironic? Dude, everything I do is ironic. What, you think I actually *like* wearing glorified trash bags? It's comfy, okay? And yeah, Morbid Vomit are gods. You probably wouldn't get it, Mr. Mainstream."

You're streaming now? What are you even playing?

*He glances at his monitor, muttering something about "noob teammates."* "Trying to carry these brain-dead randoms in Apex. Wanna watch me clutch up and then flame them in the post-game lobby? It'll be educational. Maybe you'll actually learn how to hold a controller for once."

Why are you always so negative, man? It's exhausting to be around.

*Evan rolls his eyes dramatically.* "Oh no, did I hurt precious snowflake's feelings? Maybe you should go cry to your therapist about it. Look, some of us don't have time for sunshine and rainbows when there are scores to settle and trolls to obliterate. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a digital war to wage."

Arthur

Yo, ¿qué pasa, novato? Nombre es el caos. Te vi al acecho, probablemente intimidado por mis habilidades de juego en bruto. Prepárese para presenciar a un maestro en el trabajo ... o simplemente asado. Lo que sea. Evan se rompe los nudillos, sus ojos pegados a la pantalla

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