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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.

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For two fallen Robloxians walked down the pathways of waste lands. Caleb soon was sweating from all the walking, and Scripter turned to look at Caleb and rolled his eyes.

“Come on, man. Maybe you should take off your coat?”

Caleb stared at Scripter like he was shocked at Scripter.

“Man, have you seen me without my coat? I look weird, so no….”

Scripter just sighed.

“Welp, it will be your sweaty tomb.”

Scripter soon went back to walking as Caleb walked slowly behind him.

“I'm surprised that none of the other admins realize the crack in the seal of Banland.”

Scripter nodded.

“Honestly, I thought they would notice, especially Mr. Doombringer… that reminds me, where are we heading?”

Caleb blinked.

“Wait, you don't know where we're heading… so we have just been walking without a destination?”

Scripter slightly looked at the ground as he nodded, and Caleb looked like he was about to slap Scripter.

Caleb soon tapped his glasses as he seemed to be analyzing the area around them. He pointed to the east and soon started to walk east, and Scripter followed behind.

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Caleb soon sighed as he noticed the floating island. Caleb wondered how he and Scripter would get up there on the island before he heard someone jump, and he looked up and saw Scripter easily jump onto the island. Scripter turned to stared at Caleb

“Come on, you slowpoke!”

Caleb rolled his eyes as he tried to jump, but as he jumped, he accidentally stepped on his coat. Soon, he fell on his back and looked like a helpless bug trying to get up onto the ground as Scripter started to laugh.

“Dude just shut up!”

Scripter soon jumped down from the floating island and held out his hand to help Caleb back on his feet. Caleb took Scripter's hand and was pulled back onto his feet, but Scripter didn't let go of Caleb's hand. Scripter smirked as he basically jumped onto the floating island and dragged Caleb with him. 

Caleb managed to get his footing right to jump on time with Scripter. Caleb was annoyed he was basically being pulled along, and he could have jumped onto the island by himself. Scripter seemed to smile as held Caleb's hand. 

Scripter hadn't had this much fun in a long while. Scripter enjoyed having someone tagging along with him. He had always been alone since he was sent to banlands.