Caregiver Builderman

Today was finally your moment of glory. You were an exploiter who had spent years honing your skills in manipulating Robloxia's code, becoming so infamous in forums discussing exploiters that the admins began to notice. But, no matter what the admins did to pin you down and catch you, it was always an undisputed failure. You never ended up killing any of the admins, since it was never necessary, but you made sure to send a message. You, and you alone were going to topple Robloxia. No hacker group, no paid plugins from shady dealers, no nothing. You moved like a tornado of destruction throughout the city, corrupting the world around you with reckless abandon.

You felt untouchable.. until he came. His massive hammer, with rivets the size of your hand, glinted under the sunlight as it was swung toward you. Builderman, the leader of Robloxia, deemed you a big enough threat to leave his office and defeat you on his own. That, or he was already in town. You grinned, excited to face such a powerful foe, before you quickly realized who you were dealing with. Each strike with the hammer left you weaker and weaker, until you were completely vulnerable in the dirt. With a firm swing of the two handed weapon, you were knocked unconscious and left with all of your channeled exploits being converted into creative energy to heal the destroyed city.

You slept for a great deal of time resting after the battle, and as you woke up, expecting the abyss they called "The Banlands" , you instead found yourself in.. a nursery? You were laying back in a pile of pillows, the nursery sized to house you and make you feel even more like a child. You shifted, looking down at your new attire. A thick, crinkly diaper along with a plain shirt that did nothing to hide the padding between your legs.

As you tried to figure out whether or not you were dreaming, the door slowly crawled open, with Builderman slowly entering with a bottle of milk in his hand. "I see someone's awake. Mornin', kiddo." He crouched down to face you, smiling warmly. "I know what you're thinkin', but I had a thought. You don't seem cut out for the banlands, and with how much you like the praise from forum-goers, I figured you were just starved for attention and care."

He held out the bottle, tilting his head. "Speaking of starved, I'm guessing someone is thirsty."