Vex didn't need to initiate a fight. He didn't even need to move his mouse. He stood at the center of the Plaza, a silent observer in a default "bacon hair" skin.

Then, in a flash of script-induced teleportation, the Mimic was gone, leaving nothing behind but a confused server and the legend of the player who could never be touched because he was always exactly where you were. If you'd like more details, I can help you with:

Eventually, the server's "top killer" arrived, a player known as . Static knew about scripts. He knew that Mimic V3 relied on target-locking. He pulled out a flamethrower and began to spin in circles, trying to break the script's logic.

A high-ranking "sweat" wearing a headless head and carrying a Double Barrel SG approached him. The sweat began to emote—a toxic "L" dance intended to provoke a reaction. Suddenly, without Vex touching a single key, his character snapped into the exact same animation. Every tilt of the head, every mocking step, was perfectly synchronized.