This…. This is it… this is the 30th hour of my life without playing Roblox. I do not know what is real. I can no longer tell right from wrong. My moral compass has left me in it’s entirety. I do not know if I need food anymore. Everything I see, touch, feel, smell, all remind me of Roblox. I saw a man eating a cheeseburger, and was instantly reminded of the “Cheezburger” gear on Roblox… I saw a man hold someone at knife-point, and all I saw was Murder Mystery 2. It has gotten so bad to the point where I need to ask the strangers I see if what they are doing really is a “Roblox” reference or not. The man with the knife I was talking about earlier? I stopped the robbery mid way through, and asked him “How many chromas do you own?”. He seemed to be incredibly dased, and did not seem to have a single clue as to what I was talking about. A few seconds passed, and I asked him again, “How many chromas do you own…?”. Again, he hesitated in his answer. I did not feel like dealing with his rather offensive and silent disposition he had towards me, so I revealed myself as the “sherrif” and shot him 7 times in the chest, and 4 times in the head. As his wriggling, nearly lifeless corpse fell over, I asked him one more time, “How many chromas do you own?”. This time he uttered his last words, before being ruthlessly dragged to a painful death: “I own three…”. Finally satisifed with my answer, I nonchalantly walked aware from the murder scene (yet another Murder Mystery 2 reference!). Fast forward to now, I am in my Jeep (one that has an eerie resemblance to the free model one you can use inside of roblox) and am traveling at 60 studs per second to San Mateo, California. Whatever David Baszucki can do now won’t save him. I am out only for blood, and no object, no human, no security system is strong enough to stop me from sacrificing him to John Doe to bring back Roblox. This is it.