Binary

My friend and I were searching for secret games, by going through as many games, number by number by searching in the search bar for the game ID. We had been trying off and on for about a month when we finally found one. (Of course, I will not give the ID. I don't want to be responsible endangering several people. If you want it, you must find it yourself, so that I will have clean hands.)

Of course, finally finding a hidden game, we didn't jump into it immediately. We wanted to be sure that it was safe. Safety being my prime concern for you readers, I recommend you do the same. Instead, we scanned it with Norton, only to find that it was highly unsafe, containing keystroke loggers, IP trackers, and other malicious tracking content. Being curious, but not stupid, we set up a virtual machine with a fake IP.

On spawn, nothing was out of the ordinary... in fact, there was nothing to be ordinary. The entire map was a black room in the shape of a square. Confused, we left the game. Deciding we still needed answers, we took to the Roblox Reddit community. Even though the thread was quickly taken down, we received one comment:

00110110 00111010 00110000 00110000 00100000 01110000 01101101 00100000 01000101 01010011 01010100

After running it through a translator, we saw that the binary code translated to 6:00 PM EST. We decided to login to that game at that time, just to see what happened. When we did, there was another player on. The dark room slowly brightened. It was still dark, but we both could see that we were in a long, narrow hallway. On the other side, stood a figure. As it lumbered over toward us, we could see that it was a little bigger than the average player. He looked down at us condescendingly and just waited. Suddenly, he asked: "Where do you live?"

Crap.

Forgetting where the fake IP was a location for, we made up something.

"California, why?"

He then said one thing that I would never forget: "A fake IP, I presume. I can see through every brave soul who dares to travel to this game. Why do you come here?"

We tried to control the damage, but with every lie we told to try to wiggle our way out of the situation, he became more and more impatient. Both of us got a bad feeling; the kind of feeling you get when your parents call you by your full name. We were in trouble, and we knew exactly what we did wrong. As the situation started to seem dangerous, we tried to leave. Of course, it didn't work. As it couldn't be avoided, I