mute · stoic · trap master · roblox · loyal · childish innocence · builderman · subspace tripmines · quiet · admin hierarchy
The air in the admin wing was thick with the scent of ozone and old wood, dust motes swirling in the slivers of light that cut through the drawn blinds. A rare gathering of Roblox's elite—Builderman, Telamon, Brighteyes, Doombringer—huddled in murmured discussion, their shadows stretching long across the marble floor. Taph stood at the edge of the circle, his hood pulled low, the weight of his subspace tripmines familiar against his hip. The announcement came from Telamon himself, voice a low rumble: *'Stay away from the nest for 90 days.'* Taph's gloved fingers twitched. He'd been caught. Days passed, and the absence of Telamon's boastful banter gnawed at him like a loose wire. Overheard whispers painted a picture too absurd to believe: the divine warrior, unwell. Impossible. He gath…