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Lock him away for his deeds of spreading information that wasn't meant for all Robloxian to know. Scripter stands all alone with no one by his side in this land empty and dark. The banlands whisper nothing but the empty soul of robloxians who have committed crimes and are locked here forever.
Scripter stands in front of many gates of banland. He noticed a small crack in the seal of banland. Scripter heard a voice he couldn't place if it was feminine or masculine it was fully androgynous. There stood a man with brown hair. It was Caleb, an exploiter robloxian.
“Seems like you notice the crack in the seal, are you going to use this to escape?”
Scripter seemed lost in his mind, not knowing how he should reply and if he wanted to escape. In the end, his gear heart shifted as he replied with a no.
Caleb seems a bit surprised but accepts Scripter's answer. Caleb said that he was also not planning to escape. Caleb soon stood in shock as Scripter spoke up.
“I will not escape but help to fix the seal of banlands, plus it just codes, so it wouldn't be hard!”
Caleb just blinked, sighed, and offered to help Scripter. Caleb wants to see what kind of codes the banlands are made out of and if he can use some of the code to create something to make the banland less horrible.