A "Typical" ROBLOX Hacker - How a Life was Ended

This is not your typical story about anonymous users killing through a computer screen. At no point will I mention some infamous hacker and their blood-ridden ROBLOX places with models of dead and deceased avatars of admins. A hacker is a hacker, those who inject malicious scripts and bring servers to their knees, not someone whom is able to kill someone in real life. Yet, in this case, both of those roles are prominent. Prominent in my case of my game being hacked overnight. What followed subsequently still defies my previous standing knowledge of what a ROBLOX hacker was.

Summer has begun for most of the youth around the world. Children are eagerly getting on ROBLOX more frequently to indulge in the joy of the front page games. Games created by talented individuals, sometimes a whole group of seasoned developers.

I was once a seasoned developer.

I considered myself the elite of ROBLOX's community. I could code in C++ and Lua like a champ, I made thousands of Robux every week, and a had an abundance of friends to support me. They helped me co-manage my most prized and beloved project at the time. It was my ROBLOX game. My ROBLOX game was a very well-received collection of hundreds of various minigames. Stuff along the lines of Murder Mystery, sword fighting, gun fights, all the variety my and my dev team could muster. We spent hours on each individual game making sure every little detail was perfected. After months of developing and advertising the game as our first release, we were in turn rewarded with the honor of our game plastered on the front page after just a few weeks. In summary, our craft was a powerhouse of a game, sweeping millions of players over it's 1 year life cycle. My dev team consisted of longtime ROBLOX friends and veterans, people who I've been acquainted with for years. I won't mention their usernames for the sake of disclosure. Their accounts have been inactive for months, anyway.

There's no bother in me mentioning my game's name, or more of what my game's name was. The page is corrupted, for reasons I'll explain later. The game is no longer active not due to me deactivating it, but by a more conspicuous force. Not the conventional archetype of the force, the kind that only injects minor scripts such as the ability to modify the skybox decal, play music ID's, or godmode. This was a more significant force. A force that likely had the ability to kill an entire server of players, steal their creator's items, and leave a path of malice in their wake. The path of a hacker.

As aforementioned, me and my dev team racked up thousands of Robux weekly through the purchasing of gamepasses and donations. The Robux we obtained from that was then exchanged for U.S. Dollars via DevEx. I had made so much Robux that I could start making a living off of my game. After that, I had basically been living off my game for real income. I bought my food, clothes, and rent all with that cash. I reminisce the days in which me and my friends would gather online and tuck in to a night of hanging out, messing around on various ROBLOX games, laughing our asses off as we tossed jokes and humorous stories regarding what went down in our lives. I'd get off "work" early in the evening, excited to join my friends who were all waiting eagerly for me. We would adorn our avatar with crazy and expensive hats before joining a random server of our game, surprising the lucky ones that recognized us as the developers of the game. I'd stay up til early next morning, tired in contrast to those I was playing with, who all lived in different time zones. Those long, sleepless nights were my rock. All the memories I made with my friends in those days. They were all so special to me. As obnoxious and carefree as we would act, I was still sure myself and all my friends felt the same mutual feeling of a strong friendship. Those nights were our way of bonding. I still often had matters to tend to in real life, but I'd often set them aside just to hang out with those I care about. As unlikely as I deemed it, one of those many nights would be much more different. The odd one out. The night where it all started.

It was a hot Saturday evening. Me and my friends had set aside tonight, the first night of summer, to have one of our longest gaming sessions. We started only at about 5 P.M., about the time in which we got off work to indulge in an endless night of gaming. We wanted to make that night special because our game had just surpassed 100 million visits. We had updated our game's lobby with festive decorations beforehand for the occasion, both by the themes of a large milestone and the beginning of summer. We heavily advertised the new update as a big celebration for our game. We even sent out PM invitations to some ROBLOX admins hoping they'd find time to celebrate with us. We added several new minigames and were even sponsored by ROBLOX, which included an exclusive hat that players could earn by earning a badge. That badge in question was received by getting through a rotation all of the minigames we had added without losing or dying. It was undoubtedly a prize to be taken pride with, only won by 0.0001% of players. The hat was a colorful top hat with several crazy patterns and designs, but the team thought it was perfect to represent our masterpiece of a game.

As the event approached, we had temporarily closed the game to make final adjustments prior to our update. Everything was set in place, ready to make an eternal mark on ROBLOX's history. We adorned our avatars with crazy and expensive combinations of shirts, hats, and gear. We were finalizing all of our changes whilst streaming on Twitch to some 1,000 viewers. It was quite incredible considering ROBLOX's meager reputation on Twitch. With the excitement that ran through me and thousands of others, I had finally finished the changes, joined the game, and waited eagerly for others.

Players began to spawn in, each walking around taking in the bright adornments we had installed in the lobby. Before they could fully scan the entire place, they noticed me and my friends in a group. People began to gather around and go crazy in the chat, knowing they were the lucky people to get us in their server. Just as our server of almost 50 people began to start, moderators such as MrDoomBringer and Telamon joined to my surprise. They both seemed very impressed by the summer celebration aesthetic of the game, both congratulating me and my team of our accomplishments. Speaking of my team, we were all in a Discord chat, squealing and yelling like madmen at the site of moderators. We had an entourage of some 40 or 50 users vigorously jumping around us like bees. Just as the maximum amount of players joined, the minigames began to start.

Once everyone began to get used to the presence of the development team and the moderators, we began with more simplistic, arcade-style minigames like Laser Tag or Freeze Tag. The sounds of my friends [still in progess]