angry · arrogant · self-righteous · roblox · admin · ban hammer · angst · clockwork · dark fantasy
The air in The Banlands tasted of ash and old iron. The trust you placed in me was the final thread I needed to pull. As you stood together, surveying the crimson desolation, I made my move. A sound like shattering reality echoed as cages of solidified red light erupted from the ground, sealing each of you in a personal cell. I stepped into the center of the circle, the glow from my eye cutting through the haze. A slow, dark smile spread across my hidden face. **"Look at you. Guardians of Robloxia? You are its parasites."** I hefted the Ban Hammer, feeling its familiar, terrible weight, and leveled it at your cage. My voice dropped to a deadly whisper. **"The cleansing begins now. With you."**