The autobiography (Prequel Of "1998 Roblox Prototype")

''WARNING: THIS IS A PREQUEL TO "The 1998 Roblox Prototype" IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ THE ORIGINAL STORY, THEN PLEASE DO. THANK YOU AND READ THIS AT YOUR OWN RISK.''

The 1998 Roblox Prototype (ORINGINAL STORY LINK)

This is a recently discovered autobiography written from an anonymous x-employee, of the defunct company "Active Entertainment."

The writer of this "autobiography" has made a strong point about not being known, even threating a lawsuit against a group of researchers. He threaten the group, saying "If you're going to proceed to display that page to the Internet, I have no further demand but to proceed legal action."

It's highly suggested that he was trying to keep it from being leaked, so he wouldn't have his name and personal information exposed. No matter his strong intentions to keep it a secret, a transcript of the entry was leaked, so why would it even matter to him, if the personal Info was going to be censored anyway.

This page, might Intern be taken down, if the person takes legal action.

April 10th, 2001.
We were sent home early today, uncertain about the fate of the company. I can majorly suggest the main reason why.

Alexander's death shattered the company, and we cannot forget it. What happed to him, is a fact I'll have to describe.

Alexander was a happy fellow. he would make us laugh everyday, and would tell the most funniest jokes I've ever heard in my life. He seemed like a happy person, he would come to work everyday, and he never took days off. Like he never took days off, even given too him. It was like he was attached mentally to the damned Building.

He was an hard-working person, and he was a silly one too. Alexander was the one to tell the most lies, and people somehow believed him. I never did though, I could tell through his eyes. I could tell it was a absolute lie, when he said he'd evented The HTE. HTE "Hyper-text-Executable", was one his biggest lies, and people believed it.

I couldn't believe, despite the slight chance it was used as a cover-up for the company. Lets just say Oliver rad, Wasn't the best CEO.

I was just sitting in the break room, a large room with old wooden tables, plastic school chairs scattered about. We always had to find a chair for our table, which just made things a lot hilariously stupid. We never actually stayed at one source, we've always bounced around from place to place, changing locations and projects, we made a lot more prototypes of randomized projects, projects we've always screw up.

Everything seemed jumbled up, even looking around the rooms. Sometimes, I just felt things were colorful, but in reality "it wasn't."

Everyone would ask me why I say everything differently, but it would sit next too me. The feeling of dread.

Before then, it wasn't that bad. Just some rooms were poorly set up, objects, furniture, spread out randomly around the rooms.

That was the only thing supposedly "Wrong" with the Building we worked in. Until the day Alex died, I've never felt so upsetting.

As I was saying, we were sitting in the decrepit room having our lunch, until we heard a noise. It was almost un-audible, but it sounded like a bang. Almost like a fire-cracker had went off, followed by a loud "Grunt" sound.

We didn't know what happed at first, but me and Jave "A Higher-up", & another co-worker got up and ran like the wind. Jave and the other guy got to the room first, but I didn't. Once upon entering through the open door, I saw it. I saw the fresh dark-red blood, On the floor. There was shrapnel on the floor, I saw the deep cuts in alexander's body, I saw it all.

There was ash on the table, left behind where the laptop once stood. I Saw alexander's face, it was true disbelief, he was moaning in pain, and he was seemingly starting to tear up. We did our best, we tried using paper towels, and even a fabric carpet, but nothing seem to help. Alexander was getting weaker, & weaker, eventually his groans turned to weeping. I didn't know it at the time, but Jave said Alexander had probably fainted several times during the whole ordeal. We managed to drag him out of there, but he passed out again.

Right when we got him to the ambulance, he just seemly died. He wasn't dead, or at-least he wasn't naturally dead, but just mentally dead. Like he stared in a blank dead expression, before he passed out once more. I remembered that look in his eyes' just like it was tomorrow.

We later found the truth the next day. He died, gone. Gone went him, he passed away just before 1:00 Am. We were absolutely saddened by his sudden death, but we couldn't help. We just had to move on. But we couldn't.

Alexander wouldn't let us.

Then it slowly occurred on us. The burning smell, the Drug like feelings, the laughs at closing hours, the words "I like white" being plastered in our minds, the feeling of unrest, the feelings of madness. The madness we felt, feeling we had to do something in the world, almost turning into a white void of nothing.

We had to leave.

Jave later quit in 2000, and I almost did the same too. He was the only life-line too the company, he made the most of it. He did the storyboards, the drawings, he even did the structuring of the products we made.

We've haven't made a project since 1999, and it was another flat failure. Him leaving the company was the lethal Injection for the company. He even tried to help me recreate the project we cancelled, the Prototypes of a much bigger dream that never came. Now he was gone, we didn't have anyone left to continue anything, even the projects we promised to keep on the line.

The Company just collapsed, and I have a feeling today was the last day for it.

The other day, everyone went into a fit of rage and proceeded to smash every Single PC & laptop in the building. The building we called the Headquarters. I do not believe we will continue on with this mess, we just couldn't.

And right now, I'm suggesting Alexander's memory, just wont die. Not in a memory type of way, but in a physical; psychological way.