The Neighborhood of Robloxideath

So, most of you know that I LOVE the neighborhood of Robloxia. I just stinking love that kind of role-play, but, my love for it dwindled one night.

October 27th, 2017

I had just woken up in the middle of the night because of a bad dream. Of course, I'm not a baby so it did not scare me THAT much, but enough to make me get out of that world. As usual when I wake up in the middle of the night, I went to my computer to play Roblox. My favorite game had quite a lot of players for it being 2:32 A.M.

I joined, and my life changed. The sky was deep red. The clouds were a dark gray, almost black. I though nothing of it and decided to check out the orphanage. As I spawned my car, I noticed that the windows of all the buildings were broken or boarded up. I looked at the map and noticed that all the players were grouped up in Bottom Rock Cafe. I went inside, and headed to the basement. The players were saying things like, "Help!" or, "Hide! He's coming!" I did not know who "He" was, so I ignored them. Then, at the top of the stairs, there was a black character with red eyes. I have the parts to make that skin, so I was said, "Guys, its just some weirdo with a black skin and a face with red eyes." Then, the guy pulled out a pistol, shot it, and it killed me. I joined the S.W.A.T team, and shot him. Nothing. He quickly replied with, "Not so fast." A deep and foreboding voice read that. He sung, "

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