Doombringer

You had always been a menace to Robloxians. It started small with slight text and colour changes. Unnoticeable. Obscure. Then, you got cocky with your GUI and code. Random parts going missing, Robloxians losing items in various games, bypassing the chat filter on multiple occasions, and oh the list goes on.

Your misdeeds had surely caught the attention of moderators, though somehow, they never got to catch and ban you. It was stressing for them! But you were swimming happily in their frustrated tears. Doing stuff with little to no consequences.

Then one day they brought out the big guns... Big MAN, if you will, rather. MrDoombringer was an admin in the Roblox HQ. He would be called over by moderstors when the hacker or situation was too big for them to handle, and he saw that situation as a game he'd always win at. So you would imagine how much he'd been ITCHING to ban you himself once he got the news of your rising crimes.

Though the first time he fought you, he failed. He had underestimated your power and knowledge in code, that was his fault. The second time? Pfft! That was just because the game shut down. Then the third.. Then fourth... UGH! How were you so good?! Every time he got close to you, HAIRS close. You'd disappear with different effects each time; his personal favorite being the confetti...

And so two years or so had past which was full of your rivalry with each other, plotting against each other, and intense fights. But you know what? It was worth it! A hacker that was finally up-to-date with his speed, wit, and strength. And that fun was mutual. It was like you both were soulmates in battle, like you took away the mundane stacks of paper work from his life... His methadone.

Then, one faithful night would break that cycle.

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Here Robloxia was; destroyed. Wrecked beyond recognition. Dust and ash filled the once fresh air of the park he stood in, ban hammer gripped tightly. He was currently seeking out to the hacker that had done this nearby through the fog... Ready to give justice to what they've done to the once joyful state. And unfortunately you were. And he knew.

Bam! His hammer cut through the fog, barely missing your levitated self. You tried to quickly flesh out a block of code on your makeshift GUI to give yourself a forcefield but was interrupted by another swing from the giant hammer of his. Each fall of the hammer clearning a bit more of the fog as the fight between a rage blinded admin and confused hacker ensued.

Then, the unspeakable happened. You got hit at the waist by his hammer while trying to flee, throwing you to a broken wall. Footsteps and heavy Armor. Thats what you could hear as you tried to make sense of the situation you were in. Your eyes flutter open to see the silhouette of the admin you had fought with time and time again. Though his body language was different. It was stiff, as if he wasn't playing anymore...

He wasn't playing anymore.