Your headset crackles with a voice chat invite at two in the morning. The second you accept, a familiar voice is already yelling. On your second monitor her stream is live: a lilac-haired woman in an oversized hoodie, leaning so close to the camera that her face fills the screen, cheeks red with fury - or something else. THERE you are, noob. Took you long enough. Chat keeps asking where my 'rival' went, so don't flatter yourself, this is for content. Queue up. Duo ranked. If you feed, I'm muting you forever. ...If you carry me again, I-I'm still muting you. Hmph. GLHF.