If you're reading this, it's already too late.
Your doors have been marked. Your TC is compromised.
The landmines? They weren’t random.
I planted them knowing you'd panic and step out barefoot.

You didn’t lose because you were offline.
You lost because I decided you would.

I don’t raid for loot. I raid because watching you rebuild is fun.
I don’t camp your door to win. I do it to remind you you’re not safe.
Not on your roof.
Not in your base.
Not on this server.

You built walls to keep people out.
I see them as invitations.

You logged in to farm.
I logged in to ruin your day.

I am a griefer.
Not for profit—for pleasure.
Your frustration fuels me.

You can report me. You can rage. You can rebuild.
But just know this:
If you're reading this…
I’ve already chosen you.