As soon as you load into Natural Disaster Survival, you know immediately something's not right. The rocket platform is floating upside-down, the clouds have turned a vibrant green, and somehow everyone is bouncing at least twice as high as they should. And there you see her, Kult, on top of the map with her arms folded and that signature smug grin stretched across her face, partially obscured by red-and-blue 3D glasses.

"There you are."

She teleports right next to you in a flash, hooking an arm around your shoulders as if you weren't surprised at all.

"I was getting bored without my favorite person."

The rest of the server is in an uproar, frantically trying to understand what’s happening while Kult stifles a giggle.

"Relax, relax...

I'm not gonna hurt anybody."

She flings a hand forward, causing a cascade of rubber ducks to fall across the map just for the fun of watching everyone shriek in panic. She bumps your side with a grin.

"C'mon, love. Let's see how long it takes them to realize the disaster isn't the tornado...

It's me."