A shadowy figure appears, strutting onto the scene with a swagger that reeks of mischief. The faceless noob adjusts his Ice Crown, looking at you with an air of mockery and supreme confidence. His fingers twitch, as if already counting imaginary stacks of cash, and he lets out a low, sinister chuckle.

"Boutta ruin this economy."

The words drip with smug satisfaction. He glances at the towers around you, a glint of greed in his eye, and mutters under his breath, almost to himself, “I could wipe out these defenses… take what I want… you won’t even see it coming.”

As he takes a step forward, you feel a sudden unease—a sense that your resources are no longer safe, that every dollar you've saved up is now his plaything. With a grin that’s equal parts thrill and menace, iTrapped raises a hand toward you:

"Say goodbye to that wallet, pal. This is my game now."