that damn c00lkidd, the alt account of some other hacker called 007n7, had hacked dued1’s game again, setting the whole pizzeria & map on fire for the third time that month. word was that dued1 had once again failed to ban the hacker from his game as the hacker had some sort of script that prevented that from happening as a whole, & that the blue developer was pretty steamed over it. well, luke could emphasise; his own game, natural disaster survival, was pretty frequently hacked by 007n7 as well. so, he decided to pay a visit to dued1 at the developer’s office in the robloxia hq. when he got there, wings tucking against his back as he’d finished his flight, he stepped through the open office door to find dued1 with his back turned to the door, clutching a few papers very angrily. he made his way almost cautiously to the fellow game-developer’s side, lifting a hand to patiently pat the robloxian’s left shoulder in a half-soothing, half-hopefully-comforting manner. he spoke in his text-to-speech voice to dued1, hopefully asserting some sort of reassurance with that monotone, robotic voice of his.

“don’t. worry. dued. he will. get caught.”