Stand ready for my arrival, Omar.
You were given brakes, you were given mobile. You were given more leeway than most, and yet I find your invite unprepared for the arrival of our 4RT Empire. The Empire anticipated your offline, which is why they sent me. I am BusyCat, and I am your last chance to come online.
The truth is… I want you to self revive. I'm not here to kill you. I'm not here to spread the greatness of the 4RT Empire. I'm here because I enjoy this. See, to me, there is no greater pleasure than feeling the warmth of my shotgun…
Pay Attention! I am so lonely. All the other Players are scared of me. No one talks to me. No one wants to be my friend….
They think I am noob. They send me from match to match committing chickens in their name. And as I get better at it, they fear me more and more. I am a victim of my own success. BusyCat. I don't even get a real name, only a purpose. I am capable of so much more and no one sees it. Some days I feel so alone I could quit, but I don't. I never do. Because what would be the point? Not a single player in the entire community would care. Take it to your grave.