User blog:EpsilonOmicron/y

There's something strange going on in the Town of Robloxia.

Today was a rather rough day. I had 2 tests that were worth a huge portion of my grade. So it wouldn't be a surprise that I was relieved when I arrived home. I walked out of the exit of the bus, headed to my front door, and went straight to my room and powered on my Windows 8. It wasn't a very fancy computer, I'd admit, but it did its job well enough. I opened up Google Chrome, clicked the search bar, and began typing: "www.roblox.com" and tapped 'enter'. I was met with the home screen, the colorful white and blue interface and directed my cursor towards the 'Games' section. Under the "Popular" section of the tab was several games that were not at all unordinary. Of course, Twisted Murderer was, of course, the first in the popular section, amassing over 4000 concurrent players. This was quite a rare sight, at the time. Of course, that's nothing compared to now, with games that have somehow even less quality getting over 100 times that amount daily. Looking at you, Brookhaven.

But I didn't decide to play Twisted Murderer. I clicked the game right by it. "Welcome to the Town of Robloxia". I mean, I was young, I was gullible. I wanted to roleplay, just like a lot of other kids at my age. So I loaded up the page, and clicked Play. I was met with ABSOLUTE DESTRUCTION. Holy SHIT. Exploiters, everywhere. I felt like I was the only player here who wasn't exploiting. But I wasn't. There was another player, named SuperPowerNice or something who was just screaming and shouting at the exploiters to stop. But they didn't. It only fueled them. It got to the point where nothing remained but a barren wasteland, with every building collapsed. This scared the ever living SHIT out of me.

Of course, my journey didn't end there. The exploiters remained, flying around at tremendous speed like house flies when they sense something that smells the equivalent to that of a rotting corpse. Literally. Until, one exploiter flew up to me, used a grab knife script, and brought me over to an empty room. The exploiter then used some shitty decal spam script and covered the ENTIRE MAP with pictures of a dead bird. SuperPowerNice was still in game, but was away from keyboard. Presumably because he was obviously under 11 years old. He probably pissed his pants. I mean, I did too. Jesus Christ, that was traumatizing. So I left the game, and went to a different server. This server some how managed to be in even WORSE condition than the other server. Instead of pictures of a dead bird, there was anime decals plastered everywhere... Yeah. I'll leave it up to your wild imaginations to infer what I mean. So, I left the server again. But, I couldn't. It was way too laggy, and my frames per second, previously averaging at 40, dropped to a whopping 1. I couldn't leave. I was in fullscreen mode, and my keyboard was a 70% and wasn't able to use any of the function keys. So I did what I did best, and ripped the plug to my monitor out of the wall. The ear-piercing audio still lingered in my ears.

So, I just went to bed. I woke up the next morning, and turned on my computer while waiting for the bus, and dear god was it piping hot. It felt like I just got a first-degree burn from touching it. So, I just left the computer alone. I decided to play on my phone instead. I logged into Roblox, and my account was logged out. I hadn't played the game on mobile for awhile, so I just signed back in. I was met with a message saying my account was deleted. The reason? Exploiting. I don't know how Roblox came up with the conclusion that I was in fact the one exploiting, and I wasn't really that sad. I was more angry than sad, actually. I submitted an appeal, and went upstairs to eat breakfast. Afterwards, I waited a good 20 minutes for the bus. Not done, yet lol