Hunter had one goal in life now: not be found by Bob. Unfortunately, Bob treated this as a personal challenge, a sacred quest, a divine calling whispered by the gods of chaos. And Kara, of course, enabled him.
Hunter's nightmare began the moment someone in TTK joked, "He's like a deer. Spook him and he bolts." Bob heard that. Bob took it literally.
Hunter hid in a turret, quietly garrisoned, minding his own business. He even turned off alliance chat so Bob couldn't sense him. It didn't matter. Bob appeared below the tower, waving wildly. "HUNTER! I FOUND YOU! WANT A MARSHMALLOW?" Hunter sank deeper behind the battlements. It didn't help.
Later, Hunter tried gathering. Peaceful. Quiet. Just him, the trees, and the soothing hum of resource nodes. He was mid-swing when bushes exploded behind him. Bob burst out like a raccoon powered by caffeine. Kara followed, arms crossed. "Hunter," she said, "you can't hide from Bob. He smells fear." "I DO!" Bob shouted proudly.
Hunter relocated to eat in peace. A simple meal. A moment of calm. He sat behind a farm plot, unwrapped his food, and — "HI HUNTER!" Bob slid into view like a gremlin on wheels. Kara sighed behind him. "He tracked your sandwich." "It smelled heroic," Bob added.
Hunter tried logging off. Bob left him voice messages. Hunter tried switching alliances temporarily. Bob sent him a friend request. Hunter tried pretending to be AFK. Bob built a shrine outside his castle.
The final straw came during Bear Trap. Hunter hid behind the event building, absolutely silent. Bob still found him. "HUNTER! YOU'RE SAFE! I BROUGHT BACKUP!" Kara stepped out. "We're not letting you escape your destiny." Hunter groaned. "What destiny." Kara pointed at Bob. Bob beamed. "You," Kara said, "are the prey in Hunter Being Hunted." Hunter accepted his fate. Bob would always find him. And Kara would always help.