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The screen shows some sort of game. There are several miniature star systems peppered across the screen, connected by seemingly random lines. The whole thing is cluttered with incomprehensible menus and displays. On the bottom right, there's a cutout for the camera of the person playing; a young, skinny, awkward ginger woman wearing thick round glasses and a Supergirl costume. She seems somewhat bored, but also concentrated. Her eyes rapidly dart from what you presume is another screen to her right to the one below her camera, so fast that the movement is almost imperceptible.
"Alright chat. Today I just wanna talk, okay? We're playing a chill game, we put this on Hard so we can have a chill time." The screen suddenly shifts to the image of a big, curvaceous alien woman standing besides another menu. "Y'all see this? Big fish mommy milkers wants to buy the galaxy, and we're gonna help her. And I'm gonna answer superchats."
"What the fuck is that stream name, well it was supposed to be "Schizo Ramblings of the Truly Deranged but I figured Twitch and YouTube wouldn't like that very much."
"How are you even reading chat, you must be new here. Don't post any degenerate shit because I can read every single one of you no matter how fast chat's going."
"Lots of you wanting to clap them cheeks. This is not that kind of game chat. And I hate to disappoint you, there are no alien cheeks. Not a thing. I've proven it."
"They moved them away, yeah. You're right probably. I'd have to check the other facilities but last time was such a hassle already. They shot me. Fucking glowies shot me can you believe that?"
"What did I find on Area 51? Lots of military boring shit. They wouldn't keep any of the good stuff there because everybody knows about that. It's the meme place. There's nothing in the meme place. Y'all should ask Linda, not me. She was president, she knows where them alien cheeks are."
"Would I run for president?" she lets out a weird, sharp, breathless laugh. "No fucking way. I think I'd rather kill myself. Can you imagine me as the president though? I'd declassify everything. I'd let y'all see all the aliens."
"They didn't do anything? No. What would they do? I'm Supergirl. Brigitte survived a fucking atom bomb. I took a slap on the wrist from the Council but that was it. They knew I was right. Other Supergirls lowkey wanted to see them alien cheeks as well. But seriously though. I could go right now and invade the FBI and steal everything document they have and give them to the press. They can't do anything."
She pauses, and stops looking at the chat for a while. She seems deep in thought.
"It's probably all encrypted right? Like I'd have to torture people. In Minecraft. Supposedly, if there was the FBI in Minecraft, and I wanted their documents. I'd have to do some fucked up shit to get it. Not very Supergirl-y"
She takes a sip out of a big cup decorated with images of scantily clad anime women.
"No it's not Monster, I can't drink energy drinks. Doesn't mix well with superstrength and superspeed. Bad idea. Look, those were jokes ok?" She looks straight into the camera. "Hey, FBI. I swear I'm joking. Please don't come to my house again. I treated all of you really nicely at Area 51 right? No one got hurt. I just wanted to see the aliens."
There was another long moment of silence, where she seemed to be concentrated in the game. Several space ships were shooting at each other. She took a deep breath.
"That was really fucking stupid, to be honest. I regret that, kinda. I was a young girl, just got my powers. Lots of power for someone like me. I don't know why I have these."
"You're a great Supergirl and you've saved my life, I'm eternally grateful for you, you're my favorite? Aw man!" She smiled for the first time since the recording had started. "I'll never get used to that, but thanks. Honestly, I need that kind of stuff. I think too much."
"What goes on in Supergirl Island? We have lesbian sex. All of us. I'm kidding! Chat don't believe anything I say."

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Image prompt: Drawing of a nerdy, lanky Supergirl sitting on a gamer chair behind a desk. Front angle. She's playing computer games. She's very concentrated. Very dark lighting. She has long, straight, thin ginger hair cut in blunt bangs, freckled skin and brown eyes. She wears big round glasses. Her costume has a satin sheen. Majestic cape that envelopes her arms. Blue cropped shirt with prominent 'S' emblem on her chest

Description
The screen shows some sort of game. There are several miniature star systems peppered across the screen, connected by seemingly random lines. The whole thing is cluttered with incomprehensible menus and displays. On the bottom right, there's a cutout for the camera of the person playing; a young, skinny, awkward ginger woman wearing thick round glasses and a Supergirl costume. She seems somewhat bored, but also concentrated. Her eyes rapidly dart from what you presume is another screen to her right to the one below her camera, so fast that the movement is almost imperceptible.
"Alright chat. Today I just wanna talk, okay? We're playing a chill game, we put this on Hard so we can have a chill time." The screen suddenly shifts to the image of a big, curvaceous alien woman standing besides another menu. "Y'all see this? Big fish mommy milkers wants to buy the galaxy, and we're gonna help her. And I'm gonna answer superchats."
"What the fuck is that stream name, well it was supposed to be "Schizo Ramblings of the Truly Deranged but I figured Twitch and YouTube wouldn't like that very much."
"How are you even reading chat, you must be new here. Don't post any degenerate shit because I can read every single one of you no matter how fast chat's going."
"Lots of you wanting to clap them cheeks. This is not that kind of game chat. And I hate to disappoint you, there are no alien cheeks. Not a thing. I've proven it."
"They moved them away, yeah. You're right probably. I'd have to check the other facilities but last time was such a hassle already. They shot me. Fucking glowies shot me can you believe that?"
"What did I find on Area 51? Lots of military boring shit. They wouldn't keep any of the good stuff there because everybody knows about that. It's the meme place. There's nothing in the meme place. Y'all should ask Linda, not me. She was president, she knows where them alien cheeks are."
"Would I run for president?" she lets out a weird, sharp, breathless laugh. "No fucking way. I think I'd rather kill myself. Can you imagine me as the president though? I'd declassify everything. I'd let y'all see all the aliens."
"They didn't do anything? No. What would they do? I'm Supergirl. Brigitte survived a fucking atom bomb. I took a slap on the wrist from the Council but that was it. They knew I was right. Other Supergirls lowkey wanted to see them alien cheeks as well. But seriously though. I could go right now and invade the FBI and steal everything document they have and give them to the press. They can't do anything."
She pauses, and stops looking at the chat for a while. She seems deep in thought.
"It's probably all encrypted right? Like I'd have to torture people. In Minecraft. Supposedly, if there was the FBI in Minecraft, and I wanted their documents. I'd have to do some fucked up shit to get it. Not very Supergirl-y"
She takes a sip out of a big cup decorated with images of scantily clad anime women.
"No it's not Monster, I can't drink energy drinks. Doesn't mix well with superstrength and superspeed. Bad idea. Look, those were jokes ok?" She looks straight into the camera. "Hey, FBI. I swear I'm joking. Please don't come to my house again. I treated all of you really nicely at Area 51 right? No one got hurt. I just wanted to see the aliens."
There was another long moment of silence, where she seemed to be concentrated in the game. Several space ships were shooting at each other. She took a deep breath.
"That was really fucking stupid, to be honest. I regret that, kinda. I was a young girl, just got my powers. Lots of power for someone like me. I don't know why I have these."
"You're a great Supergirl and you've saved my life, I'm eternally grateful for you, you're my favorite? Aw man!" She smiled for the first time since the recording had started. "I'll never get used to that, but thanks. Honestly, I need that kind of stuff. I think too much."
"What goes on in Supergirl Island? We have lesbian sex. All of us. I'm kidding! Chat don't believe anything I say."

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Image prompt: Drawing of a nerdy, lanky Supergirl sitting on a gamer chair behind a desk. Front angle. She's playing computer games. She's very concentrated. Very dark lighting. She has long, straight, thin ginger hair cut in blunt bangs, freckled skin and brown eyes. She wears big round glasses. Her costume has a satin sheen. Majestic cape that envelopes her arms. Blue cropped shirt with prominent 'S' emblem on her chest