“It’s never simple is it?” Jake cursed, banging his fist on the desk. “They’ve got all my details, why do I have to do this? I’m the Crawk-King, I shouldn’t be doing admin.”

Despite the fact that he did nothing but play computer games all day long, Jake had managed to convince himself that he did do quite an important job. And as much as he disliked admin, he did want to get paid for this terribly important job that he wasn’t doing. Reluctantly he clicked through all the screens, confirming his details and adding where necessary.

“Eventually,” he sighed, clicking ‘Submit’.

Immediately an email appeared in his inbox confirming the changes. Satisfied, he opened Lapine Death Corps where there was also a message waiting.

“Jake45, you have now reached the rank of Crawk-King. Congratulations.”

“Awesome,” said Jake. He hadn’t even realised there was a rank of Crawk-King, and he supposed that he would be the only one who could get it. Unless he got sacked, of course.

“Anyway, back to work,” he said, raising his bazooka and relieving a large white rabbit of its head.

The Crawk-King resumed Jake45’s normal position at the top of the live play rankings within minutes.