[Suicide Junkie]

SJ walks in carrying a large package, and goes about unpacking it near his personal table. As the dust clears, a plaque can be seen on the wall, bearing a dark coloured, slightly inconspicuous feline head.

SJ sits below, grinning as if a 4th-place replacement player had, in a single turn, managed to slaughter 75% of the first place player's military in a PBW game.

A round of Brewskis for everyone, on me!