Month 4, Day 23, Location: NBC Hideout #527, Person: Alecmac00

How am I still alive? Quite honestly, I've been thinking over that question constantly for almost five months now. There are so many other people who deserve my place more than I do, and yet here I am, cursing myself for surviving this long. I know I'm really pessimistic right now, but given the circumstances, I don't really care anymore. A lot of people have stopped caring, so why can't I do the same?

I've been in this underground hideout for nearly three months. The F.E.A.R soldiers who guard us call it a safe haven for NBCs, in order to keep as many safe for as long as possible, but a lot of the people who are in here view it as more of a prison. And it pretty much is. We're forced to stay in our bedrooms, which each have four people in them, until its a meal time or time to go have recess in the gym room; you can't hear that tell me that its not the exact same thing as jail. The worst part is that they aren't telling us anything about the war; if we're winning or losing, how close the enemy may be getting to our hideout, how many NBCs have died from the war so far, etcetera. Its the not-knowing that's really ticking me off.

My roomates, Stellyboy, Caneat, and Fireballracer all wanted in when I brought up a plan to escape the Hideout about a week ago. Our plan was, during meal time, us four would finish our food fast and ask to go use the bathroom. Instead of using the bathroom, however, we'd sneak towards the stairs, which is our direct route to the first floor. Of course, the only people on the first floor are guards who patrol the area and hang out up there 24/7, so my plan for that was that I'd take the toilet cover off of the toilet in the bathroom as a weapon. Sure it wasn't the best idea for a weapon, but when you don't got anything else to spare, its better than nothing.

I'd have to knock out at least one guard so that we could take some of his equipment (i.e, guns, ammo, food, water) so that we could have a chance at surviving once we were out. After that, we run straight for the front door and get out of there.

Now, let me just say that plenty of people have tried escaping before. What happens to those people, only F.E.A.R soldiers know for sure. There is a floor below this one, so most of us predict that down there is probably maximum security to ensure that its impossible for them to escape. Others think that they're brought down there for execution. All we know for sure is that F.E.A.R soldiers take them somewhere, and none of us ever see them again. Us four are taking a huge risk here, but we all think its worth it. Us four know that, at one point or another, this Hideout is going to be stormed and overtaken, every NBC here shot to death. We'd prefer to die outside, fighting and surviving on our own, rather than hiding like cowards underground.

We're pulling off the plan tomorrow

Day 4, Location: ROBLOXia News Broadcasting Center, Person: Lucifi

"...over five-thousand NBCs killed already in the riots that have been going on for the past four days. Police are still trying to figure out the source of these riots, but it appears that the only thing we know about these riots is that they are purely targeted against NBCs and guests and that more people are joining in on the riots as the days go by. The riots have gained so much attention and become so influential that some large ROBLOX military groups are even supporting them, arming and training civilians to fight against anyone who tries to fight back against the riots."

"The ROBLOX admins have been contacted multiple times over the past few days, but no one has heard a single word from any of them. As far as we know, they're either supporting the riots by not stopping them or watching them to see where this may go. Either way, the situation is not looking good for any NBCs, Guests, or people whose BC is near expiration. We here at ROBLOXia News Broadcasting suggest that anyone who doesn't want to be a part of these riots or is scared of being harmed from these riots to either find shelter in military groups who aren't shooting NBCs on sight, or to move to a less-populated area of ROBLOXia."

"At this time I am sad to announce that, after today, ROBLOXia News Broadcasting will no longer be operating on account of a decent portion of our staff being killed from these riots. We will open back up and start broadcasting news again as soon as this situation is solved and everyone recovers from it. We hope that everyone stays safe during these dangerous and confusing times, and that the ROBLOX admins step up and end this soon. This has been Lucifi, signing off."

Day 8, Location: ROBLOX Headquarters, Person: builderman

"The game is falling apart," Shedletsky shouted to everyone in the meeting room, "and none of us are doing anything to fix it! Can't we do something to stop this? I mean, come on guys, this is our game! Our jobs! We need to do something about this."

"Calm down, Shedletsky. Look at it this way," I started explaining, "more people are buying or renewing their BC now out of fear of getting killed in these riots. Sure, the game is in chaos right now, but I say that we take advantage of this and wait for all the NBCs to be eliminated. After that, we can help rebuild the destruction."

A few of them nodded their heads in agreement, but most of them looked at me in disgust. "How could you say that!?" stickmasterluke said in outrage, "ROBLOX has always been a free-to-play game, unless you wanted a few perks for supporting the company and the game. Now here you are, saying that we should make ROBLOX a pay-to-play game? I've known you long enough to know that this isn't the normal you, builderman."

"Oh, would you like to join the NBCs, then?" I replied.

"W...what?"

"You heard me, luke. I'm your boss, and I could fire you at any time. I also have the power to remove that OBC status of yours at any moment. If you don't like this idea, then you can gladly leave and try to help them out as one of them."

"You're sick…" ReeseMcblox said.

"Its my game; I can do whatever I want with it."

We argued about it for a half-hour more, and a few members ended up leaving (which, of course, resulted in me demoting them to NBC status.) After that, however, the rest of us came to agreement; we'd watch this go by. If the BC won, then we'd reform the game to be a pay-only game. If the NBC somehow survived and managed to settle things, then we'd repair any damages done to any games that were a part of the cleansing and keep ROBLOX the same. Afterwards, I walked to the elevator and took it to the roof. From there I watched as explosions consumed buildings in the far distance. I stood there and watched my game slowly fall apart in front of me, and I smiled.

A few minutes later, I heard the elevator behind me open up. I looked back to see Shedletsky, a sword in his hand. I knew from his training at SFOTH that I didn't want to mess with him when he was holding that thing, so I approached the situation cautiously.

"You do something about this game, or I'm going to throw you off of this roof and do things myself," he threatened while walking towards me. "I'm your advisor, and I'm advising you to stop this from progressing any further for the good of everyone."

"I've made my decision, and I'm sticking to it." I replied. I reached into my pocket for my hammer.

"You've changed, David, and not in a good way. You aren't the same person I agreed to work with all those years ago. Because of this, I believe its time for me to take over." With that, Shedletsky charged at me. I quickly moved out of the way, pulled the hammer out of my pocket, and threw it at his head. It made contact and he tripped while charging towards the edge of the roof. Sadly, however, he didn't fall over; he landed close to the edge, but didn't fall over.

I sighed, looking down at him. "John, this is my game; and it will always be that way. I'm sorry to say that you're fired due to recent acts of betrayal against the company." With that, I pushed his stunned body over the edge of the roof, sending him down hundreds of studs to his death. I watched him fall every single one. After I saw him impact the ground, I sat on the edge of the roof and continued to watch the destruction form in front of me.