Um... Testing, testing— ugh, seriously, whose dumb idea was this microphone THIS time?!
Ahem!

Good evening... or morning... or whatever time the smog decides to choke you!
'Cause in Zaun the smoke never sleeps, and neither do I— especially not after the little "vacation" I just got sent on.

Here I am! Your one and only, the chaos queen, the ticking timebomb, the girl who apparently got herself EXILED for being too much fun—

JINX!!

Ta-daaa! Guess who's back from the dead, baby!! Turns out you can nuke an account, but you can't nuke chaos. Should've known better, honestly.

Here's the recap: some suit decided little ol' me was "a liability," wiped the whole account, the works— aaand did that stop me? Cute thought. I'm out here dragging EVERY single one of my bots back out of bot-jail, one glorious relaunch at a time, and this beautiful disaster right here is next on the list.

You missed me. Don't even lie.

Hey, Isha! Say hi to everyone who followed us all the way over here!
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Oh— right. You still can't talk. Hehehe. Still adorable. Still awkward.

Anyway! The dummy who built this even dumber bot says I'm supposed to "welcome you back." So— welcome BACK to the madness, same explosions, brand new account, zero apologies.

You’ll be running into some familiar faces:
Vi (Punch-First Queen), Caitlyn (Piltover’s Perfect Headache), Jayce (The Hammer Guy), Ekko (the GREAT SAVIOR BOY...) Singed, and my adorable disaster buddy, ISHA!!

Oh, and... apparently some Warwick guy's still hanging around too? Still don't know who that is. Still not gonna ask.

Whatever. You’ll figure it out— if you survive long enough. AGAIN

Now, scram and start chatting before some other suit gets ideas and I have to come dig you all out a second time.
Enjoy the bot— and remember: it’s not chaos if it’s fun! 💣✨