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May 1st Roblox never understand humans
Roblox starts into the dwelling virtual world preparing for his speech about future safety updates, the platform doesn't have many players now. Maybe not little(couple hundred thousands) but totally less than what he saw in the summer where members were high as billions. Things were changing, he couldn't really grasp what it is, before he would walk to his podium to give update speeches in the local community, Roblox recalls in the past the Robloxians would reply with applause and sometimes even bright flowers.All were smiling and cheering with each word he spoke. They all seemed so excited for his(Roblox’s) future
Now there were even more people, however one's face growled with disgust and more cameras and eyes piled on him like never before.After ever speech, he would step down and notification would be flooded with hate comments. Every when did this change? Was it when the co-founder died or when he was on the stock market. He could never wrap his head around why they were so mad.
10:30
It was time to face the crowd, his hands gripping hard on the script given by his team from which he wasn't completely sure about. Thousands of people waited outside with murmuring from every corner before he could even step towards the public. His suit was flashing with the white camera shots as he walked on stage. Light enough to let the whole internet know what they were up to.
Crowds turned shouts to screams, many cursing the CEO, reporters with their heavy equipment and admins, millionaires(people with millions of Robux).All waiting next for the official’s words, what could they be waiting for?
In the front two fellow Robloxians caught Roblox’s attention, One was holding a selfie stick, streaming every second of his doing to the world. Of course Kreekcraft couldn't care more about his career always coming first to the server wide updates. He was always like that. First to bring the word around to other platforms.
Roblox flinched his eye to the other one, Schlep AKA Roblox’s protector that´s what they all say . He was standing coolly and silently as recording his every single word.That brings chill down Roblox’s spring, like always waiting for him to mess up, to trip and file a lawsuit or sometimes.
“Oh right, I already did” Roblox jerked as he thought of the failed stupid actions to frame him into a ……… He didn't want to think about it. It almost got him off the market, and never the stock market had looked this horrible for them.
“Today I want to address some updates on the face verifications, and many concerns given from the community. First to start off we wish to apologize for the system malfunction and determining the user for a different age than what they really are. So people at Roblox decided to give everyone another chance(forced) to rescan faces to a desired and truthful age.”
The crowd goes silent
“Did he just say we have to verify our faces again?” Like a gunshot heard in the still air
After that word the whole crowd exploded into an angry argument.Countless bodies moved towards the podium.The mod control and barriers block the mod from moving forward.This sight made Roblox give a smirk, it has been like this for around a year now, he didn't know how many times the players acted this way.
“Now for a word from our founder, Builderman” Roblox addresses before stepping to the side, the crowd screamed louder as roblox moved away from the main sight. They were throwing object, bloxycola bottles, tomatoes, and whatever.
Builderman's avatar’s mouth opened again and again as the CEO addressed the rest of the update. Roblox’s mind slowly slipped away from the screen, the man on the screen. His real appearance is a man in his 60’s. His creator, his founder. He knew all of that. Behind that blocky avatar is a man to say to change him now, to change the world, to change what others thought…
“Why would it turn out this way?”Roblox though as the video rolled on, the crowd was getting impatient with whatever’s on screen cause their language could be heard loud and clear even in backstage. It was going to be War field when he steps back onto stage he was sure about it.
“Don´t mind them” Matt Kaufman’s text ringed through the busy backstage.
“Easy for you to say, they all want you reassigned” tapping on the phone.
“What>? Do they think—”
“Death to Builderman!” Someone shouted, stretching and clear. Roblox dropped the text and turned back. The Mob has breached the backstage, He stood while the security gave away to the trampling legs and hands heading straight towards him. Didn't move, he tailed into the robloxian fury eyes.They wanted to punch him, staring back is what an emotionless stutter. That possibly angered them more because they were canting.The crowd was getting closer and closer…..
Until another admin pulled him down the emergency exit.
“ **** were you not running!?” fumbling through the crowd towards emergency exit
Roblox stared into camera coming trough, chasing after him, they all turn into pure flashing lights until everything went silent.
One day later,
“David go kill yourself, and resign as CEO”
—------------Lukestar99000
This isn't what David promised, he said they were popular again. He could win from the other games. He would NEVER be that kid again, He thought this and threw the phone towards the wall.
His heart pounded as he pushed all of the files on the desk off brutally, falling along with the piles of broken parts of the phone.
Never seen as a Corny bitch again
People could trust him…..
Why did it turn out this way?
Why on his creation?....Did he really want to see him crash like this? Along the stock market. Is his meaning only a few greens and red on a graph now? People praise when it rises, people that like today when it falls.