Aquel grupo...

Hola, soy un simple chico, que fue criado por su papá y por sus hermanos, ya que mi mamá actualmente esta desaparecida y desde mis 5 años no se nada de ella. Tampoco fui muy jugador de Roblox en mi vida. Siempre lo vi como esa otra plataforma de juegos Flash pero mejor hecha. Tenia una cuenta y de vez en cuando jugaba, pero como tal, tampoco le dedique siempre mucho tiempo a este juego, además, como eran tan pocas las veces que lo jugaba, siempre tenia que esperar un largo rato para que se actualice, lo cual era frustrante y me hacia simplemente cerrar el launcher con todo y el texto de "Actualizando roblox".

Un día, paso algo increíble, quería jugar Roblox! Pero no los clásicos juegos mediocres de la primera pagina, visitados por jugabilidades simples o por usar personajes famosos, no, yo quería algo más. Buscando y buscando en experiencias, termine por caer en un juego que se veía prometedor, habían como treinta personas en el juego nada más, así que decidí entrar.

Ese juego, ese maldito juego, me encanto, si bien tampoco era un Half Life 2, era un juego de disparos bastante bueno y entretenido, con armas interesantes y dos bandos, terroristas vs antiterroristas (que será algo mucho mas importante a futuro) algo así como un Counter Strike. Viendo que podías desbloquear armas interesantes (para ser más especifico, una M16 dorada y un cuchillo) si te unías al grupo de los creadores del juego, movido por el interés, me uní a ese grupo.

Paso mucho tiempo, si no mal recuerdo como dos meses, y ese juego me volvió fan de Roblox, lo jugaba todos los días, y me hice varios amigos en el grupo, entre ellos, el principal creador y líder del grupo. Tenía un MD con este y siempre hablaba, era algo simpático, pero tenía algo raro, el siempre estaba algo obsesionado con el tema del terrorismo, me hablaba siempre por discord de grupos raros, de Al-Qaeda, del ISIS, del Boko Haram, hasta a a a veces pasaba videos grotescos y trágicos relacionados a estos grupos, como ejecuciones o atentados, los cuales si bien eran asquerosos y horribles, eso no fue la gota que rebalso el vaso, no...eso vino después.

Un día, por mi discord, me salieron 3 pings, yo en aquel momento estaba jugando aquel juego de Roblox hecho por el mismo grupo, por lo que no les di mucha importancia a los pings. Tras terminar de jugar, vi que los pings eran de mi MD con el creador del grupo, me dijo "hey bro" "hice esto" junto con un link de descarga. Decidí descargarlo, y una vez fui a descargas, vi que era un video, por lo que decidí verlo. Era una recopilación de ejecuciones de una mafia rara que no conozco, se mostraba como un hombre con la cara tapada con un pasamontañas asesinaba a una persona, desde dispararle en la cabeza con una pistola, hasta clavarles un machete, si bien era grotesco, el tipo ya me pasaba ese tipo de vídeos desde hace rato, por lo cual, no le di mucha importancia.

Al final de cada vídeo, se mostraba una imagen con una foto de una cara, para que posteriormente salga se tape la cara con una especie de garabato rojo, representando que la persona asesinada es la persona de la foto. Finalmente vi el ultimo video, era algo más violento que los anteriores, ya que esta vez empezó a golpear a la persona con un bate con clavos. Finalmente, luego de un par de golpes, el enmascarado saca su pistola, y le dispara en la cabeza a la víctima, posteriormente, hubo algo que me dejo helado, porque la cara de la víctima me traía recuerdos, yo vi ese rostro antes, en mi más tierna infancia, acaso ese rostro es...

Mi mamá?...

Translation:

Hi, I am an ordinary teenager who was raised by his father and his brothers, since my mother is currently missing since I was 5 years old and I do not know anything about her except her appearance from older photos. I wasn't a big Roblox player in my life either. I always saw it as another flash gaming platform but better done. I had an account and occasionally played, but as such, I didn't always spend a lot of time on this game either. Besides, since I played it so few times, I always had to wait a long time for it to update, which has always ended up with me just closing the launcher furiously.

One day, something amazing happened, and I wanted to play Roblox! But not those dull, classic mediocre games on the first page, visited by its simplicity or by "using" famous characters. No, I wanted something more. Searching and searching for experiences, I ended up falling into a game that looked promising, there were like thirty people in the game with nothing else, so I decided to go in. I mean, what could be wrong?

That game, that damn game, I really like it, although it was not a Half Life 2 either(?), it was a pretty good and entertaining shooting game, with interesting weapons. There were two sides, terrorists vs anti-terrorists (which will be something much more important in the future) something like a Counter Strike. Later, seeing that you could unlock interesting weapons (to be more specific, a golden M16 and a knife) if you joined the group of the creators of the game, moved by interest, I joined that group.

I spent a lot of time, if I remember correctly about two months, and that game made me a fan of Roblox, I played it every day, and I made several friends in the group, including people among them, also with the main creator and leader of the group. He had an MD(?) with this and he always spoke, he was nice, but he was also weird, he was always somewhat obsessed with the subject of terrorism, he always spoke to me because of rare groups, Al-Qaeda, ISIS, Boko Haram, even sometimes grotesque and tragic videos related to these groups, such as executions or attacks,  which while they were disgusting and horrible, that was not the straw that broke the camel's back, no... that came later.

One day, I got 3 pings from Discord, I was playing the Roblox game I really fancied, so I didn't give much attention to the pings. After finishing playing, I saw that the pings were from my MD(?) with the creator of the group, he told me "hey bro, I made this" along with a download link. I decided to download it, and once I went to downloads, I saw that it was a video, so I decided to watch it. It was a compilation of executions of a rare mafia that I do not know, it showed how a man with his face covered with a balaclava murdered a person, from shooting him in the head with a gun, to nailing a machete, although it was gross, the guy passed me that type of video for a while, therefore, I did not give it much attention as it gradually made me bored.

At the end of each video, an image was shown with a photo of a face, later the face will be covered with a kind of red doodle, representing that the murdered person is the person in the photo. Finally I opened the last video, it was somewhat more murderous than the previous ones, since this time he began to hit the person with a bat with nails. Finally, after a couple of blows, the masked man takes out his gun, and shoots the victim in the head, later, there was something that left me frozen, because the face of the victim brought me memories, I saw that face before, in my earliest childhood, maybe that face is ...

My mom?...

(Translation complete, but some parts need proof-reading from others and the author himself, I suspect this page as a unfinished pasta.)