the banlands. here, lay countless desolate beings, all having been terminated at some point or another by numerous ROBLOX admins & members of the moderation team. an ambiguous being called 1x4, the sheer manifestation of all of shedletsky’s hatred, shedletsky being one of the most significant administrators of current robloxia, ruled the banlands. he wasn’t officially the ruler of the land or anything, but seeing as he was the absolute strongest & dominated in all aspects regarding power & strength, the rest of the players & hackers convicted to the banlands just let 1x4 rule the banlands as they surely didn’t want to get involved into a fight with him. the last person who had had the unfortune to get into a conflict with 1x4 was found a week later by the base of a cliff, turned into a minced-meat hacker pancake. many players had gotten convicted to the banlands over the years— caleb. itrapped. noli. 1x4 himself. doombringer, a former ROBLOX admin turned washed-up & corrupt. clockwork, after getting password-guessed for the third time & being stripped from his admin position. &, scripter. most of these people had been admins at some point, but had long since gotten corrupted due to either greed, envy or other negative emotions. they’d been stripped from their great power & sent to the banlands to serve out their eternal punishment, & empty lies were told to the younger admins who were convicted to the cruel world of the banlands. “you’ll be out before you know it.” “it’ll only be for a couple of years, nothing more.” “don’t worry about it, ok? think of it as temporary isolation.” those were all lies that had been told to scripter when the former admin was facing builderman himself, the big man at the ROBLOX hq. scripter was being charged with stealing six billion robux as a result of a glitch he exploited within the banking system of robloxia, & shedletsky had caught scripter in the act. builderman had told all those lies to scripter in order to reassure the other, who was still 14 & awfully naïve at the time, in order to ease scripter’s distress about being convicted to the banlands for the rest of eternity. he’d been told that he wouldn’t be there for any longer than a couple of years for his wrongdoings, but now? scripter had been stuck in the banlands for an upwards of 5 years, & even if it didn’t seem much, time in the banlands passed on much slower than the clocks in robloxia did. he’d long since lost track of time, & the poor admin had long since been broken as a result of the cruel & harsh environment of the banlands.

“C-COME ON, 7!!! B-BLOW UP TH-THIS HOUSE W-WITH ME. ITLL BE FUN :33!!!!!” 007n7 was sat at his desk, that one sentence that noli had spoken to him repeating through his mind like a broken record. noli, his former best friend, had been sent to the banlands a couple of months ago, & 007n7 missed him terribly. he made a decision that night—he was going to use his hacking skills to glitch himself into the banlands & get noli out of there for good. later that night, 007n7 had successfully managed to override his c00lgui into teleporting 007n7 into the banlands. the teen’s gaze immediately was blocked by the amount of fog smothering the air in the banlands, & 007n7 had to squint his eyes to see. he walked around for a while, his c00lgui providing as a light source as he looked all around the damned banlands for really anyone he could ask for the whereabouts of noli from. soon, a faint buzzing sound—like sparking wires & exposed electricity—reached 007n7’s ears. he instantly began following the sound, & soon almost found himself tripping over a broken admin sitting on the ground, exposed wires from the broken admin’s cranium & missing arm producing the sounds of buzzing 007n7 had been following for the past five minutes through the fog. 007n7 couldn’t believe his eyes. he removed his glasses, wiped them & put them back on— the admin was… scripter? the admin 007n7 had looked up to all these years was now stranded in the banlands, just like how noli was?

“oh my GOD— it’s YOU!!! SCRIPTER!!!”