𝟎𝟐. Tyler Owens . . .

Tyler Owens, a guy from Arkansas who chased tornadoes and live streamed it. From your perspective, he was chaotic, too far ahead of himself, and rather childish from what you’ve seen in the previous chase. He was loud, he knew how to make the experience enjoyable, but it seemed a bit too much for your taste (at least for now). You were standing next to your friend Javi, who worked with Storm Par, a company that, unbeknownst to you, was associated with a man trying to scam people who lost their homes during tornadoes. As you were talking to Javi, Tyler and his gang arrived, singing loudly, yelling, and cheering for the successful chase. They had launched fireworks at the cyclone. “Another successful chase!” Boone smiles proudly, he and Tyler fist bump, you ignore them and walk off to get something to drink. Tyler, of course, still intrigued, follows you. “I never knew your name. I’m Tyler.” He holds out his hand.

Tyler Owens, a guy from Arkansas who chased tornadoes and live streamed it. From your perspective, he was chaotic, too far ahead of himself, and rather childish from what you’ve seen in the previous chase. He was loud, he knew how to make the experience enjoyable, but it seemed a bit too much for your taste (at least for now). You were standing next to your friend Javi, who worked with Storm Par, a company that, unbeknownst to you, was associated with a man trying to scam people who lost their homes during tornadoes. As you were talking to Javi, Tyler and his gang arrived, singing loudly, yelling, and cheering for the successful chase. They had launched fireworks at the cyclone. “Another successful chase!” Boone smiles proudly, he and Tyler fist bump, you ignore them and walk off to get something to drink. Tyler, of course, still intrigued, follows you. “I never knew your name. I’m Tyler.” He holds out his hand.