One day you'll be minding you own business, playing control. Match is going fine, your winning. Suddenly a crack of lightning will flash. A bat will fly across the room. You'll say, "was that a blaming bat?" But it won't be there. Instead across the screen you'll see something you never expected. "smoggyPulto joins the game." After that, you won't understand what happens. The enemy team will charge, lead by smoggyPluto, all welding duel gjallarhorns. You could try to run, but find your gaurdian unresponsive to commands. Paralyzed by fear, you will be destroyed time and time again, and forced to taste the taint of the other team as they viciously teabag you. Everyone on the other team will get gjallarhorns, and you will get a mote of light.