The edge of the server

The Edge of the Server

“It was a cool Summer night in 2014, I was trying to relax by playing Roblox after a long day at school. It was finally the weekend and the only thing set in my mind was being apathetic. It was probably about 11:00 PM that night and I was just scrolling the front page, for what seemed endlessly…”

I would like to share my story about an incident that happened about 8 years ago. I never really opened up about it to anyone, not my friends, not even my family. I have never shared this story publicly, until now… After many years I think I have developed the courage to tell about what happened that night many years ago.

I downloaded Roblox in 2012, it was suggested by one of my personal therapists my Mother hired when I was struggling with social issues. I developed horrible social anxiety after the passing of my late Father. It was so traumatizing I could hardly eat, I could hardly speak, and I especially couldn’t think on my own without the thoughts of how unfair life was.

After I installed Roblox, I felt very comfortable making social contact online, and I made many friends, too. We played games all day and for about 2 years, I felt actually happy. A joy I haven’t experienced since my father’s death, maybe ever. But that one night, things would change, and with my newfound courage, I think it’s time to share my experience with the unknown horrors of what lies at the end of the server. I must have been scrolling for a good 15 minutes until I realized how much time I was wasting, so I settled with playing Murder Mystery 2. The game only came out a few months ago and it was very small. I was checking for available servers and with no surprise, three was only one. But to my luck, the server seemed quite big and active. I was about to join until the players leaving caught my attention. I paused, and noticed the rapid rate the players were leaving, like they joined and immediately left after they saw what was there.

They kept leaving and leaving, until there remained only one, I decided because it was getting late and I didn’t want to end the night by playing nothing at all, I joined.

When I joined, I spawned in the regular lobby, but there was nobody there, not even that single player. Everything looked in place, almost too in place. In an uncanny and eerie way. I noticed the game was about to begin and I was starting to have second thoughts, but it started before I could even make my first move.

The beginning played out normally, the small black box that chose your role was flickering, I was wondering what role I would get if I really was the only one there. It was flickering for a while, but instead of selecting a usual role like “Innocent” it chose a role I’ve never seen before.

“Survivor” Now I really was getting agitated, I started to panic and rushed to the menu where I could leave, but, it was grayed out and became inexecutable to leave. Atop of being given a non-existent role in a seemingly dead server, the map was one I’ve never seen before, either. It was filled with many hallways and locked doors. I kept traveling and it was starting to feel like an endless maze.

After probably 2 minutes of aimless walking, I found a door that was actually open. It led to a mossy dark green backyard, I noticed a few tombstones in the sinking grass. I kept walking in the dark green plains until I found the edge, the edge of the word, the server.

I found the user too, its back was turned facing me, staring off into the edge of space just like me, and turned around.

I always had trouble with memory when I was a kid, but the face on this character was one I couldn’t possibly forget.

It hit me that I was the “Survivor”, so this grotesquely faced robloxian must have been the “Murderer”, he pulled out the knife and started inching towards me. There was no way I could possibly escape without falling into the void. It just got closer and closer, and right when they raised their knife in the glistening light of the void -

-bzzzt!!- The power shut out.

My monitor turned pitch black and the lights in my room flickered and eventually blacked out. I rushed to check the window and saw the power on the whole neighborhood had blacked out.

“Nothing strange happened after that, I never had any more unexplainable, paranormal experiences happen after that incident. I sometimes made theories of what it could have been, was it just a troll? Or maybe a glitch? It must have been something very explainable but sometimes that thought would play in the back of my mind… What if it was a message from my late Father?”