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Gold
Gold.

Its color is magnificent and lustrous.

It often defines victory in the form of medals and trophies.

Although, I have always perceived its color in such a way, that I experience repulsion when coming in contact with it.

It’s the truth beyond such a color, the idiosyncrasies of it that no one thought to notice.

Perhaps, I haven’t made it evident yet, maybe you’ll understand better with an example.

Imagine you were playing Flood Escape 2 and chose to finally live out your dream to beat the Dark Sci Facility Revamped Map. You practiced for days or even weeks to finally beat it and you finally did. The thrill, the spectacular thrill of such a monumental victory incited delight for you and so did the badge proving you beat it.

Now, you should imagine the color brown.

It is repulsive isn’t it?

The murky color and the images that appear in your mind when thinking about it, that are certainly not appealing.

Imagine when the glorious color, gold, is recognized as brown.

When its color darkened so much, it could no longer be gold.

The perfect person getting hit by a bus and resigned to the name of John or Jane Doe.

The ‘evil’ parasite that controlled its host and caused so much destruction that it was impossible to save the host.

Imagine Flood Escape 3 once again, but the second you reach the safe zone, an exploiter teleports to you and receives the reward too. Delight reduced to mere irritation in a matter of seconds. It’s painful to watch someone else win the same position of glory without performing all the same hard work, right?

Gold, as majestic a color it may be, it has incredible faults, it defines victory through all means.

It defines victory through the course of hard work but also through the course of cheating and corruption.

That brings us to where we are now.

Roblox 2025
Alan, a former intern from Roblox and a very close friend, had roamd around Roblox headquarters while he reminisced of the summer of his junior year. How he had dreamed of becoming an eminent administrator of the community, he acted as if he were a mere child back then; his friends perturbed about their futures since eighth grade, while he blindly believed he had time left. The future was unpredictable and he completely believed he could hold it in his grasp, to control it, to force it to fulfill his life's plan. That future crumbled and it left him there, shattered, required to comprehend that the world didn't function the way he thought. So there he remained, and only in the murkiness of truth would he reside; the consequence of his ignorance would last eternally.

There I was, my character glaring into her dull robloxian eyes, I aimed and in less than a second; I was all that remained. I grinned and unfortunately my character could not express the same emotion. I looked in the shop and checked my credits, alas I finally had enough credits to buy an exotic crate. It was far superior with animation style and graphics to the original Assassin. I doubt anyone would have noticed I was an administrator, if it weren't for the roblox logo next to my name. There were common reactions amongst robloxians when noticing me, none truly expressed a sense of joy. They often expressed their trepidation towards me because of my power or they begged to become an administrator and were not pleased with my reply. They acted polite around me, but I knew it was a façade. They wished they could act as themselves but they feared my presence, the chance I could reprimand them. They let me win, they went down without a fight. I was unbeknownst to most in the community, I even lacked a page on the official Roblox wiki. I was incapable of feeling a sense of enticement with such a job. I simply enforced rules at times and performed my other duties, nothing truly seemed as intriguing as it once had during my youth.

There was always something that fascinated me about Roblox in my youth, the April Fools 'Hack' of 2012. I've always been curious about why Leeav provided Dracoswordmaster with admin abilities. There was no reason to even show why throughout forum threads(that have been removed for 10 years). I've searched through the archives scouting for anything to further provide reason as to why Leeav would do it, then I thought, what if there wasn't a reason. We as humans, are capable of feeling the incredible satisfaction of destruction without reason. It doesn't mean we don't regret it but it does mean that we can savor the moment of destruction. It can entice us, without doubt. March 18th was nothing more than a hopeful reenactment of the glorious and destructive event, known as April Fools, 2012. I've always wanted an insider look at the events of such a date and I finally received my wish, after being hired last year.

"Everything has an end" - Unknown

The last forum thread Draco ever replied on was on October 20th, 2012 at 6:46 PM (UTC)

It's been 13 years...

It's time for them to fear

The oblivion that shall reside here

My proposal
I know that Popstar is making adjusted rules for the RCCW but I would like to introduce my proposal, as well.

Category Rules
First of all, I would like to have the creation of unnecessary categories and adding false categories at the top.

[The following is my layout of the page]
 * Consequences for creating categories
 * Penalties for adding false categories
 * A reminder not to post farm and the consequences for doing such
 * Marked 4 Review(M4R) and Delete Now category rules
 * Additional rules

What I would like to add or change with Category Rules
The removal of all subjective categories

Yes, I know there are two of these on the category listing(e.g. Weird,Creepy), but categories should be objective or based off of facts found in pastas(e.g. Entities).

Actually adding the delete now category

To be honest, I searched through the several categories existing, and instead of finding a delete now category I found a candidate for deletion category which feels more like the marked for review category.

Getting rid of all created categories

Trust me when I say this is going to take some time, considering the fact we currently have 443 categories that aren't on the list.

Every time
Every time I see him, he wears a different face

Every time I see him, his name will always change

Every time I see him, he always escapes

We're enemies due to a sense of responsibility, a sense of justice, the ideal to always do the right thing.

I'm not bound by it, I'm just not meant to lose everything.

If I ever assist him and his exploiting software, my reputation will plummet.

Then shall I hit rock bottom.

I'd never do that because it wouldn't be wise.

I could never be associated with such a person and yet a part of me...

It relishes the satisfactory feeling of infuriating others.

Long has my thirst for thrill been prominent, at last it will be satiated.

No, I must wait, patience is key, in order to cause the diminishing of such a blocky world.

I don't require reasoning for what I want, no, what I need

It's a necessity and in order to survive, all else must fall

Even if my name always changed, the people of this blocky world would view me as their hero.

They'd never see through, they would truly remain oblivious

I'll always be around to assist them in their times of need.

They will idolize me, they will never suspect a thing!

I've built my reputation from being both a devil and an angel

They never even saw the red

No, they merely noticed at the initiative I took to save them.

If I hadn't gained control, they would have lost everything

A million dollar corporation reduced to mere ashes.

Pathetic.

They're all weak, that's why they need me.

Yet every time I see my idol, he rushes away

He fears me, I know that now

I got far more than recognition from him

He once thought he could manipulate me but I'm not that idiotic

I cultivate my plans, perfectly

It shall remain, just like that

I'm the idol now, with control over all

They all serve me and they'll never think twice

Every time, they'll never catch me

I hide under many names

and I will always escape

Justice will never have its grasp on me

I'm the true god

And horror shall never bestow upon me

For I fear nothing

Yet every time, he tries to stop me

Unnamed Pasta
No sooner has the enemy spy sentenced for punishment laid eyes on the gruesome fate awaiting him. Hands and legs bound as if he were nothing more than a mere animal. His mouth gagged so that his future soul curdling scream wouldn't be as prominent when roaming in the silent,

Collab Storage
It didn't frighten me, how addicted I was to the world, although it maintained peculiar effects on my parents. They often acted distraught around me and appeared to quarrel with one another regarding me. I have and always will be incapable of comprehending why. All the other children my age played around as I did and constantly were allowed more time to play what they loved, to do what they loved. My parents were always far too concerned; they even resorted to announcing how ignorant I was to the world.

Eventually, they simply gave up; that spark of hope that I would once return to them entirely faded, it left nothing but smoke. I could see how they felt, but I felt no pity; it was their fault for being solicitous about my welfare.

Although, they were entirely oblivious to the fact that the world allowed me to thrive.

It provided me with all the emotions I needed to feel, and I didn't want to be a part of two worlds any longer.

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