I have a much darker theory that both supports and legitimizes this one.
It was a dark and stormy night. Seth was doing the usual stuff; posing for art classes, banning newbs, delivering justice and whatnot. An ad for authentic italian's seeking "dates and maybe more lulz

" came up. (he insists to this day that it was a pop up). But it didn't interest him. Not one bit sir. What interested him was the city is was made in. Milan. Something magical happened that night. An overwhelming urge came over him, one that he couldn't ignore. He switched pages and went on to skype. The admin chat was buzzing. Nothing suspicious or evil, just buddies talking. But Seth changed that. Oh yes he did. Off his lightning hands went, typing this formulation that would change BD forever.
The idea can be summed up as this.
Steal a computer, make a new account. Log on as Milan, the kongregate admin, while banning the real Milan from kongregate and all other BD servers. Then, this is where it gets good so keep with me, get someone to hack Milan's facebook, find out where he lives, fly to his house, beat him up, empty his fridge and eat the food, (because screw my doctor, 190 over 120 isn't high blood pressure)(nom nom nom nom) and shove Milan in the now empty fridge and leave him for dead. Log onto his account on kongregate and brainwash all of the players over the course of several months into thinking that nothing is wrong. And now onto the real plan. Join an alliance with some of the veteran players. Become a zombie and take every op and conquer that there is to take. Then, leave the alliance and backstab them, while taking the crystals and relics for yourself, thus increasing your score and power to insane, unheard of amounts. Recruit 2 other members and become the 3 musketeers. After it's all said and done, rest on the metaphorical 7th day, in hopes that you shall rise again.
I tell you, just recounting that story gets me teary eyed. Something about injustice just...
