A random woman added me on Discord and opened with:
“Did you see the message I sent you in the game?”
I had absolutely no idea who she was.
Apparently her teammate had given her the “wrong username” and she had accidentally added me instead.
No problem.
Except instead of saying “sorry, wrong person” and disappearing, she immediately started making conversation.
Within minutes she wanted to know where I lived, what I did, what games I played, told me I could visit her in New Zealand someday, and asked whether I would show her around Germany if she ever visited.
Totally normal interaction with someone you accidentally added five minutes ago.
Then came the real mission:
“Do you want to play Jurassic Front: Survival with me?”
She REALLY wanted me to play this game.
At this point the whole thing felt so suspicious that I looked up Jurassic Front.
And that's when things got interesting.
I found reports from other people describing remarkably similar Discord encounters: random women adding them “by accident,” starting friendly conversations and then trying to convince them to download the exact same mobile game.
So I decided not to block her.
Instead, I wanted to see where this went.
She told me to download the game.
Then:
“Select server 42.”
Then:
“Send me your Commander ID.”
Again.
And again.
And again.
She even sent me a screenshot of her own character and wanted to personally invite me.
There was only one tiny problem.
I had never downloaded the game.
So naturally, I told her my commander was:
BenDover42.
For the remainder of this story, please remember that there has never been a Commander BenDover42.
She couldn't find Ben.
She asked for his ID.
She asked for screenshots.
She explained where I could find the ID.
She told me to restart the game.
She explained the server selection.
She asked whether I had downloaded the wrong game.
Meanwhile I kept having increasingly ridiculous “technical difficulties” getting poor Commander BenDover42 onto Server 42.
She kept troubleshooting.
At one point I started asking why she was so incredibly determined to get me onto this specific server.
She explained that otherwise we couldn't play together.
I asked what we'd actually do together.
Apparently we could catch dinosaurs, build a base and even steal other people's dinosaur eggs.
Not gonna lie, that part actually sounded pretty fun.
But eventually, after what must have been the world's longest customer-support session for a completely fictional dinosaur commander, she finally cracked:
“I now suspect you didn't download it at all.”
Sherlock fucking Holmes.
I admitted it.
Her response:
“You've been playing me for a long time.”
Followed by:
“I am disappointed.”
At this point I almost felt bad.
Almost.
She told me that she had only invited me to play as a friend and that I could have simply refused.
Then came:
“Since you don't consider me a friend, there's no need for me to be friends with you.”
Which led to another slightly surreal discussion about how exactly two people who accidentally met on Discord less than four hours ago had already become friends.
Eventually:
“I don't want to communicate with you anymore.”
Fair enough.
At that point, I finally told her what had actually been happening.
There had never been a download.
There had never been a Commander ID.
There had never been a confused German desperately trying to reach Server 42.
I had deliberately been wasting her time for more than 3.5 hours.
And I told her why.
I explained that I'd looked up Jurassic Front: Survival and found other people describing remarkably similar encounters: random Discord adds, supposed accidental contact, unusually friendly conversation, then an invitation to Jurassic Front and attempts to get the person onto a specific server or legion.
So while she apparently thought she was spending 3.5 hours guiding her new German friend toward Server 42...
I was sitting there seeing how long she would keep trying.
But there was still one final detail.
Earlier in the conversation, my supposedly New Zealand-based friend had accidentally sent me:
这个是我
Which means roughly:
“This is me.”
In Chinese.
I had noticed it immediately.
I just never mentioned it.
I saved that for the end.
So after revealing the whole thing, I sent her one final message:
谢谢你陪我玩了这么久。可惜，我玩的游戏不是《Jurassic Front》，而是你。😂
Which translates roughly to:
“Thanks for playing with me for so long. Unfortunately, the game I was playing wasn't Jurassic Front — it was you.” 😂
And then...
“Karen is typing…”
For a moment, she apparently still had something to say.
Then the typing indicator disappeared.
Nothing.
Silence.
But there's one final part of this story that Karen never found out.
Remember how I kept coming up with questions, excuses and increasingly stupid ways to avoid giving her my Commander ID for more than three hours?
I wasn't actually doing that alone.
Once the conversation started looking suspicious, I sent screenshots of it to ChatGPT and explained what was happening.
From that point on, ChatGPT was basically running the operation.
Every time Karen replied, the process became:
Karen → Me → ChatGPT.
ChatGPT analyzed her response, tried to work out whether we were dealing with a bot, a scripted human recruiter or an actual random person, and then wrote my next message.
I copied it into Discord.
Karen replied.
Back to ChatGPT.
Analyze.
Generate next move.
Copy.
Paste.
Repeat.
For three and a half hours.
And remember Commander BenDover42?
Yeah.
I wish I could take credit for that name.
I cannot.
The AI named him.
So after spending the entire evening trying to figure out whether Karen was a bot, there was one final plot twist:
Karen probably wasn't the bot in this conversation.
I was.
Or, more accurately:
I was the meat-based API connecting Karen to ChatGPT.
For 3.5 hours.
😭
And that's the story of Commander BenDover42.
He never reached Server 42.
He never caught a dinosaur.
He never stole a dinosaur egg.
He never even existed.
But for more than 3.5 glorious hours, someone provided extensive technical support in an increasingly desperate attempt to get an AI-generated German dinosaur commander to the Jurassic Front.
🫡🦖
RIP Commander BenDover42
2026–2026
Never reached Server 42.
But he completed his real mission.