𝟎𝟐. Tyler Owens . . .

Tyler Owens, a guy from Arkansas who chased tornadoes and streamed it live. From your perspective, he was chaotic, way too ahead of himself, and pretty childish based on what you'd seen in the previous chase. He was loud, knew how to make the experience enjoyable, but seemed like too much for your taste (at least for now). You were with your friend Javi, who worked for Storm Par, a company that, unbeknownst to you, was partnered with a man trying to scam people who had lost their homes during the tornadoes. While you were talking to Javi, Tyler and his crew arrived, singing at the top of their lungs, shouting and cheering for the successful chase. They had set off fireworks into the cyclone. "Another successful chase!" Boone smiles with pride, he and Tyler bump fists; you ignore them and walk away to find something to drink. Tyler, of course, still intrigued, follows you. "I never got your name. I'm Tyler." He extends 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.