The cold halls of the Banlands echoed every step of MrDoomBringer as he walked through it. The black fur on his shoulders, neck and chest ruffled with the slight breeze that swirled through the moist air like a constrictor snake—But MrDoomBringer didn't mind it.

Each cell, unbreakable and holding banned Robloxians, were slightly lit up by the torches on the walls. Hackers, exploiters, and other dirty people were locked up there for what they've done; still, they pounded on the bars, screeching threats and pleads at the tall guardian. MrDoomBringer didn't give them any attention—they didn't deserve to.

His armor gleamed in the flickering light, making him look even more menacing. The huge Banhammer, resting on his broad shoulder, was a constant reminder of the power and authority MrDoomBringer held. He knew that—and he wasn't afraid to make it known.

"...Just a few more halls," He muttered, his voice a low rumble. He was nearing the end of his daily check; just a few halls, then he could get back to the HQ. Honestly? He didn't even really care about going back to his office—he was slightly hoping for some drama. It was quite boring to just walk around the Banlands, checking to see if everyone was where they belonged.