Lady Kara had survived Bob's chaos for years, but nothing — absolutely nothing — prepared her for the arrival of Mystcl69, the wandering storm of button-mashing entropy. Word had reached APX that he was "just stopping by," which in TTK terms meant brace for impact.
He arrived wearing his latest identity, Toes69, proudly stomping into APX territory like a man who had never once considered consequences. Bob, who had tagged along out of morbid curiosity, watched him with the same expression one reserves for a toddler holding a chainsaw.
Kara was mid-strategy meeting when Mystcl burst in, slamming every UI element he could reach. "Don't worry, Kara! I'm here to help!" he declared, immediately opening, closing, and re-opening the same menu twelve times. Somehow, in under thirty seconds, he: disbanded a march he didn't own, signed up for an APX event he wasn't eligible for, requested reinforcements from a building that didn't exist, and accidentally declared a mock war on a neutral farm alliance.
Kara froze. "How — how did you even find that button?" Mystcl shrugged. "I just press things until the game stops yelling at me." Bob leaned toward Kara, whispering, "My Lady… I think he's worse than me."
Mystcl then wandered off mid-conversation, leaving a trail of half-opened menus and confused APX members. At one point he left the alliance entirely — twice — because he "thought the door was a settings button." Each time he rejoined, he brought a new name: ButtonSmasher69, Oops69, and finally DefinitelyNotMyFault69.
When he tripped over a rally flag and somehow launched a march in the wrong direction, Bob stared in awe. "I… I didn't know incompetence could be an art form." Kara exhaled slowly. "Bob, we're taking him back to TTK. Immediately." Bob nodded. "Before he discovers the other buttons."