This next member, Meachy, was a regular guy. I mean, he ate his vitamins, brushed his teeth, listened to his mother. But he was no fighter. That is, until Jaf decided to impose a draft system to gain new recruits for their struggling army (the club was then at odds with *many* Aeka fan sites, not that the AFC has *anything* against Aeka fan sites, it’s just when you’re first starting an Aeka *fan club*, you got to earn that respect in the Aeka-otaku crew). Meachy, at this point, because he would rather take a bath in a giant roach motel than lift a sword and hurt anybody, felt that it might be a good time to hand in his resignation. He wasn’t quick enough, however, and was soon forced in a one on one battle against Brazil, the toughest fighter in the kingdom, to see who would become a knight of the round table. Meachy had no ambitions for *any* of this (quite the opposite, actually), and all he wanted to do was get away. But the gods of interesting member stories were against him. The fight went a little something like this: Brazil: Get ready to face my most powerful charge attack, honorable opponent!! Meachy: Mommy!! Brazil: ::charging:: DIE!!! Meachy: Aiee!! ::ducking:: Brazil: ::after missing his opponent and crashing into the very large and *very* hard castle:: Ouch.... Meachy was soon praised and promoted, his spazzy duck move entering into the AFC big book of combat. Everyone: YAYY!!! Meachy: NO!! I DON’T WANT TO BE A KNIGHT!!! WAHHH!!!