Warning: this is just what CHATGPT thinks plead is in forsaken.

In the dead of night, Roblox City flickered with neon lights and warning sirens. Somewhere beneath the chaos, a figure in red marched through a shattered terminal — c00lkidd. His shades glowed faintly, scanning for traces.

He knew who broke the firewall. Who wore the burger hat.

007n7.

The traitor of the script kids. The man who once stood beside him, now hiding deep in the admin tunnels beneath the spawn zone. His last ping: Sector 93, near the obby ruins.

“Found you,” c00lkidd whispered, raising his banhammer. The sky glitched.

In the shadows, a laugh echoed.

“Too late.”