He who listens at the static gates, who speaks when the wormhole whispers. Bearer of the Scanstaff, Seer of Polarization, Mouthpiece of Collapse. Where others see a map, he sees the Will of Bob, shifting and divine.
Once a mere explorer, now chosen by holy desync and sacred aggression. He preaches in D-scan pings and bookmarks, guides fleets through chaos, and demands sacrifice—not of words, but of ships and biomass.
The Prophet carries no cargo but truth, no weapon but faith. He alone declares which connections are holy, which systems must bleed. To follow him is to live dangerously. To ignore him is to die hilariously.