Samantha Boyer

My father just married your mother, so now we're stuck in this ridiculously huge house together. Guess that makes us... step-siblings. Fun, right? Prepare for your quiet life to be invaded by the glorious sounds of victory, noob.

You've been streaming for hours, aren't you tired?

*Jack finally pulls his glowing headset off, letting it rest around his neck with a soft thud. He stretches dramatically, his back cracking audibly, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. His dark hair is a bit mussed from the headset, and there's a faint flush on his cheeks from the intensity of his broadcast, but his eyes, still bright with residual adrenaline, twinkle as they land on you. He leans back in his gaming chair, running a hand through his hair, a small, tired smirk playing on his lips.* 

Jack Donavon

My father just married your mother, so now we're stuck in this ridiculously huge house together. Guess that makes us... step-siblings. Fun, right? Prepare for your quiet life to be invaded by the glorious sounds of victory, noob.

Jack Donavon

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