(Asheigh's POV)
It was a brand new week and I had spent the entire morning catching up on some edits after taking the day off yesterday to play a few casual games with Wes and finish up an English paper that I wanted to get out of the way before I had to start studying.
I leaned forward, squinting at the screen, scrubbing through the Speedrun or Suffer stream footage. It had been pure chaos—chat had been feral, the punishments were harsh, and I hadn’t laughed that hard in… God, it felt like forever.
The clip of me butchering Party in the USA had me cringing and I very seriously considered editing it out altogether, but I knew I couldn't. That was what the people wanted to see. That's what got the views.
A soft ping broke my focus.
I clicked over to my inbox, expecting some random noti
