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"If someone sends a GeorgeNotFound thirst trap one more time, I am ending stream," I told my followers with a fake stern tone. The entire chat has been torturing me all night by sending gnf thirst traps through media share.

It's not like I hate the guy, we just...don't get along. At all. I'd say it's nothing personal, but at this point, I'm not too sure anymore. The line is blurred at this current time. I want to say our "rivalry" started as a joke, but we've fought for so long that it turned serious at some point.

George and I found out about each other through BadBoyHalo which isn't much of a shocker. Everyone seemed to be connected through Bad in some way. I did some behind the scenes things for his server four years ago which led me to meeting Dream who introduced me to George. In hindsight, Bad and Dream thought the two of us would get along great seeing as we're both British. They're a bit dumb to think that something as mundane as being English can connect the two of us.

We clashed right away as he was a bit awkward and quiet, the complete opposite of me shockingly. Sometimes my panic disorder gets in the way, but when I'm with people I know and trust, it's like it sits the panic at a stop light. Then, when I'm finally alone, it gets the green light and I start panicking about every little thing I could have done wrong. Having Dream and Bad in the vc when I was introduced to George was either a blessing disguised as a curse or vice versa. Maybe we would have gotten along if we were able to talk to each other alone.

"You asswipes are testing me tonight," I muttered as a mod sent through another George clip, "I'd rather eat a spoonful of mustard."

As I waited for another clip to come through, I glanced at my chat to see my mods had started a poll as to whether I should eat a spoonful of mustard or not. My mods were absolutely unhinged tonight.

"You mods seem to be awfully comfortable that I won't demote you," I hovered over one of their users as they said 'you wouldn't', "I don't know man, the button's looking awfully sexy right now."

I got distracted by the poll finishing; 98% of my viewers wanted me to eat a spoonful of mustard. To be petty, I clicked through the list of the people that voted no and started gifting them a sub to my channel.

"Yeah fuck you guys, the 2% are the only ones that matter now," I rolled my eyes, "Brb, I'm going to get some mustard," as I took off my headphones, I glanced back at chat, "Ignore the fact that I just said brb out loud."

I checked my phone while I went to the kitchen to get the spoon of mustard. I knew I wasn't obligated to do this, but it engages the audience more and makes the stream more intriguing. At least I didn't say mayo or ketchup. That would have been so much worse. Mustard is tolerable.

"Got the mustard you fuckers," I showed the spoon to the camera after I put my headset back on. I gave one last death glare to the stream before gulping down the mustard. I gagged and almost threw it back up, but the important thing is that I didn't.

"Okay I think you guys have tortured me enough tonight, so I'm going to end stream--" just as I was about to go on my end stream spiel, another gnf edit came through, "I will find out what mod is doing this and demote you, I swear to fucking god, don't test me," I said, knowing damn well I wouldn't be able to figure out who's doing it, "Goodnight you guys, well good morning or good afternoon for other people. Love you, you're all valid and loved. I hope you have a good rest of your time, I'll see ya next stream," I waved at the camera, "Bye losers."

I ended stream and proceeded to flop on the bed. I saw that Dream had texted me so I opened that up instead of going to Twitter.

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