The Real Danger

Roblox.

A vast website that powers imagination. A place where millions come together to build and program whatever they can imagine.

With such a vast community, many stories arise.

There are countless stories about the "dangers" of Roblox. These vary from ghosts to hackers to scary games. While obviously false, they do make an enjoyable read.

What I am about to tell you is completely true.

Every second you play Roblox you are in danger.

Not from some hacker. Not from some mysterious entity. Not from a virus or hidden game. No.

The real danger goes far deeper than that.

Part 1
It is probably important to start by establishing who I am. My name is Jackson Maul. You will not be able to find any information on me. I, apparently, have never existed.

But when I DID exist, before these events took place, I was an employee at Roblox.

I worked right alongside the original developers. We were the Founders of the site.

Most of us were ignorant to what we were really doing. I was among them.

We believed we were creating a website for the purpose of "Powering Imagination."

How deceived we were.

It was just a few years ago when I learned the truth. I was on leave to spend time with my family. However, I

would secretly log on at nights to continue my job. I loved it. It was my passion.

Until the night of December 19, 2020.

Roblox was at an all-time high. The website was exploding in popularity. I decided to log on to Roblox to explore the amazing games that were being created from the community that loved

my creation.

When I tried to log on to my Admin account, it did not work.

A message appeared that informed me Roblox was temporarily locking the account for "experimental use."

I did not put thought or question into the message.

I simply logged on to a brand new account, and began to play.

And thank goodness I did, or this conversation would never have happened.

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I was in the middle of playing a speed simulator game when I was disconnected with an error message, stating :

"You were kicked from this game. You are one of the few selected to participate in Roblox's upcoming Christmas live event."

The usual "Leave" button was replaced with a Join button for the new "game."

Odd, I thought. I had never been informed of any such event.

Still, curiosity took the better of me, and I hit join.

What happened next would change my entire life.

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It was a standard Roblox event. You would go around and collect items on the floor, and receive a prize when all of them were collected.

At least, that is how it started. But 10 minutes into playing, something seemed off.

I began to become extremely paranoid without explanation. I heard things that weren't there, thought I saw things in the corner of my eye.

That paranoia was soon replaced by a gripping fear.

The fear and anxiety was the worst I have ever experienced. It took everything within me not to cry and scream.

I was about to slam down the game and rush to get help. That's when I forced myself to calm down. That's when I recognized what was causing this.

The game was filled with very subtle disturbing audio and images flashing. Somehow, I had not noticed it at all while I was playing. But after I had stopped, it was impossible to miss.

The sight of the things I saw filled me with terror beyond comprehension. Things to horrible to describe. Suddenly, a feeling of anger inexplicably overtook me. I had to turn this... game, if

that's even what it was... off.

I exited the game as soon as I possibly could, ensuring I had charted down the ID.

Then, mere seconds later, Roblox had taken down the game.

And my account was gone.

Not gone as in banned.

There was no record of it ever existing on the platform.

The ID was open. The username was now available.

The aftershock of this traumatic experience still had me shaken to the core.

Sleep was impossible, riddled by nightmares. Repeating nightmares, all things I feared more than anything else.

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I awoke at 3 A.M. after deciding that trying to sleep was pointless.

I heard the front door open.

Startled, I bolted up out of my bed, and ran down stairs.

Armed men appeared, my only child in their hand.

"HEY!!!" I screamed, taking a flash photo as I did so.

At first, they aimed their guns at me, but then gave me a strange look. Almost like... recognition.

Confused, they ran outside, doing me no harm.

I called the police, then looked at the picture I had taken.

They WERE familiar.

I looked more closely.

More than familiar.

They were Roblox employees.

Confusion and shock overtook me.

I controlled myself. My wife was frantically running and yelling; no point in causing her further stress.

Whatever had happened, I knew the coordination between the time of me playing that monstrosity of a game and my son being taken was no coincidence.

When my wife finally calmed down, I logged back on, hoping to find anything of use.

-End of Part 1-