To be fair, it was only a matter of time before some group's theme would cause problems. Especially given the fact that there's only so many themes your group can have, and you're not allowed to reuse them. Can't, even, because of how The Universal Narrative works.
Yes, Patricia, we are just like clowns. Especially you. What? No, I didn't say anything. Pay attention to the lecture.
Where was I? Oh, right.
Couple that with the fact that The League's infrastructure was... Old, and not very well maintained. Ancient, even. Set up back in the Uniform Planets age. None of you were even born back then. Back when we still had tapes, yes. Well done, Danai. And floppy disks, too. Okay that's enough. You can stop making your teacher feel old now.
Ahem.
Of course, ultimately, it's the girl who would later become known as The Dropster that carries most of the blame. Yes, her group's theming was... rather out there. Yes, she was extremely unlucky in the moniker bestowed upon her by fate — although I personally still maintain that her colleague had it much worse than her.
Not to mention that that unfortunate girl regularly got confused for her similarly named counterpart in the small town backwater Digestive Constellation. No Sheila, I don't remember where exactly they operated. They're not really relevant to this history lesson. They didn't last very long. Ha ha yes, very funny, Miyako, in the end they turned out to, indeed, be shit. See me after class. And the rest of you, settle down.
Anyway.
It was what she did on that night, the night she decided to turn to the dark side, that earned her the nickname The Dropster. Can any of you tell me what she did?