Bob had barely settled into Kingdom 1551 when inspiration struck. Watching Hoot recruit for the [RIP] WhiteFalcons, Bob decided the alliance needed something more… spiritual. Something transcendent. Something goat-shaped. So he stood in the middle of the alliance courtyard and shouted:
"BEHOLD, THE GOAT SHALL GUIDE US."
Everyone assumed he was joking. Bob was not joking.
Bob immediately began "recruiting" for his new movement:
Hoot, trying to keep recruitment professional, found himself constantly interrupted by Bob's cult antics. Every time Hoot pitched the alliance, Bob added:
"JOIN US, AND RECEIVE GOAT BLESSINGS."
Half the recruits joined for goats. The other half left confused.
Bob crowned a random goat emoji as the High Prophet of 1551. He insisted all alliance strategies be approved by "The Goat." When questioned, Bob simply bleated and declared the Goat had spoken.
The WhiteFalcons suddenly had a bizarre reputation as "the goat cult alliance." Rival alliances began sending spies just to witness Bob's rituals. Hoot aged another five years. Bob, satisfied, declared:
"THE GOAT CULT IS STRONG. WE SHALL BLEAT OUR WAY TO GLORY."
And somewhere back in 1507, Lady Kara felt another disturbance—like Bob had weaponized chaos into religion.