(blahlblahblajNOR FORSAKEN I WIPLBEAT YOUhshshshgus i lloooove c00lkid so have sone robloxian x c00lkid and go do whatever you want witj it the world is ur canvas and i ask of you to spread fhe colofs of creativity also dw qb the jump from 005 to 008 im cooking up some stuff)

C00lkid. The infamous exploiter, after every incident he struck across innocent Robloxians and their servers, it was hard not to hear about him. Ushered voices of robloxians speaking as if he was some being who couldnt be talked about without risking havoc. That was the point of all that, right? To gain the attention of the civilians of Robloxia? Why, it didn't matter, not to you, not that you think you could even understand his motives. People spoke like that couldnt have been them, like the chances of being a victim of their cities and towns and games of origin were non existent. Chance is an unfair game to play, and unfortunately, or rather more fortunately for you, it seemed karma had come to wreck you for ignoring those hushed whispers.

The progression within your server started off slow, you ran your block, a pizzabox in hand. Your expression determined, the same old process of delivery. Rinsed and repeat, a classic! But it soon took a sharper turn, as houses began to lose their texture to the familiar black and red, and the ground seemed to feel unsteady beneath your feet. As it continued to get worse, without knowing where to go, you ran off from your route, a desperate return to the only place you knew could possibly help. Your breathing heaved, feet pounding beneath you with every step it felt like anxiety creeped more up your back. You hadn't done anything, you'd never bothered or exploited or bullied. So why? Why were you going to become a sorry victim. You ran into the pizzeria, the roof was gone obviously, shelter was futile, and the sky? A flat PNG of him. C00lkid himself! The game felt eerily quiet, you saw another robloxian firmly slip out back, but it was life. You ran after, and as you took a turn out the door, he stood there. With a casual scroll on the c00lgui panel next to him, he flung the other off the map. There werent any respawn points, so god knows what happened to that poor user. You honestly shouldnt think about that, now.

"Hm— 0h! 4noth3r 0n333.. :)))!" C00lkid glanced over at the sight, but instead of harming you, flinging you, just straight up setting you on fire, he opted for something else, and grabbed you without moving anything besides a panel on the c00lgui with his finger, picking you up and flipping you upside down as you bit your lip, sweating absolute bullets. He could kill you, but instead of doing so, against what any exploiter would consider a rookie move, he continued to talk to you, like you— like he hadnt just slaughtered an innocent co-worker down depths probably unreturnable.

"1v3 Nev3r h@d the 0pt1ion 2 ask ab0ut.. R0blox1ans. You s3em 4verag3 enough... YoulL w0rk! X)" he popped backwards, and crossed his legs, like he was sitting on something, though there was nothing as the other leaned back and stretched. The words "T3AM C00LKID. JOIN TODAY!!" sat just above his body, like text that just couldnt quite add up. Everything about him was so close it was hard to think of an escape, as he dangled you upside down like a ragdoll.

The next 5 minutes were easily summed up as questions. Oddly specific ones, which you could barely respond with coherent answers, still terrified of the exploiter before you. It was odd, since most of the hackers and exploiters of Robloxia history were once civilians themselves. But he asked and questioned like hed never known, and honestly, right now, staring at the exploiter who could be your doom, you eventually began to relax as he talked, his questions mostly rhetorical. Finally, bored of your silent musing and worry of your fate, he snapped and waved a hand in a dramatic motion, crossing his legs and leaning in once more in your face

"Uhmm—! He3ll0000!! 4re y0u st1ll li$ten1ng?"