The deep roar of time…

The quiet voices overlapping with the white noise ebbing and fading…

The fires of death flashing throughout the millennia like fingers on the strings of a harp…

This is what even Robloxia's most skilled admins have never been able to correct; death is ever present. And if only their Builder's Club projects, the Robux currency system, and the constand swarm of updates could create a system where immortality can be granted.

However, it doesn't mean that the admins weren't trying... and soon Builderman, the unsucessful creator of these updates, would be cast down, and a new ruler would be appointed, one that would help, one that would make an immortality tool that rivalled even the admin's everlasting vitality...

OOO

Overseer 2 hurled himself at the glass door and broke it. Around him people dove for cover as glass shards rained down. The lobby was completely soiled. He rolled around on the linoleum floors, struggled to his feet, and faced down the tough, muscle-bound jocks in front of him. They all looked like terrifically overblown sack dummies and wore some variation of terrifically overblown muscle shirt.

The jocks surrounded him. They flexed their muscles menacingly. One of them carried a huge banhammer. If Overseer 2 got hit with that hammer he'd be toast, gone, extinct as a genuinely nice noob. He acted. Grabbing a shard of glass he chucked it at one of the jocks, who collapsed with it lodged in his chest. The rest charged.

Overseer 2's heart went boom-boom in his chest as he rolled around in a random frenzy dodging all the terrifically powered OBC weapons they were swinging at him.

Using a long thick piece of glass as a sword he sliced at one of the jocks. The guy fell with a wound across his legs. Then Overseer 2 sliced in a wide arc, simultaneously slicing the jocks and the air in half, and breaking the sound barrier along the way. He landed catlike on one hand, spun on it, and flipped back up onto his feet, sheathing the glass sword.

He'd just been trying to complain to Builderman about the prevalence and sudden commonality of OBCers. Builderman would completely understand and revoke them all on the spot. But there hadn't been anybody at the entrance except for some cleaners, and these guys who were now scattered in pieces on the bloodstained linoleum.

Odd.

He walked up to an elevator, which wouldn't open, and subsequently jammed it open, shoving his way inside and pressing the button that would take him to the top floor. Gentle music coursed through the speakers. Overseer 2 was still tense, however.

The elevator had a new paint job. That was odd. The lobby had also had a new paint job, and the floors had never been linoleum before but a kind of black metal that absorbed heat like a thermal sponge.

Hmmm.

He checked the floor count. The floors had been extended. Where Builderman's office used to be was floor twenty. He was now heading towards floor thirty. Wow, one mother of a remodel.

Yes, the tower did look taller from the ground of Admin Island. It stretched up into a low-flying cloud, but was steady as a rock in the wind. And it had been painted blue. That was pretty ominous. Noobs were blue, mostly. The Blue Team was blue. X-101 had blue in it. In short nothing good ever had anything blue in it. Now red was one solid color.

The elevator stopped and rolled back its doors. Overseer 2 sprang into a frenzy of activity as he leaped up onto a statue, tore down onto another statue, swung from the statue on a cable, and landed in front fo the desk. That at least was the plan. The first part of the whole thing went wrong when the statue wasn't there.

Why, Overseer 2 thought as he landed hard on the ground, sprained his foot, rolled up, and limped quickly to the desk, ducking behind it and waiting for the automated banhammer systems to kick in from the ceiling and swing in a careless way above the floor.

But there were no hammers.

Thank Telamon, Overseer 2 thought as he got up. Then he decided he'd be damned if he stopped wondering about it and looked up at the ceiling in earnest. There weren't any banhammers hanging menacingly over his head...

"Hello," a voice said from behind the desk he'd been ducking in front of a few moments before.

"Er, hello?" Overseer said, swiveling on the ball of his foot.

Behind the desk was a girl. She didn't look a lot like a Robloxian. in fact she looked completely alien. For starters she was a little taller and a little thinner than the average, and her face was a bit more streamlined. Her hair was completely fasionable (albeit fasionable in about a hundred years) and blond, hung back in two perfect pigtails. She had a portable scooter strapped to her back.

Overseer 2 looked at her. She was completely unfamiliar to him. He wondered who the hell she was. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"I am the new chief admin. My name is Byte," the girl said, getting up and facing Overseer 2. "I will be reigning in place of Builderman, and I will be reigning in place of him for the forseeable future, and possibly others. However," and now she laughed, "you will be dead by the time a hundred years have rolled by."

"Ah," Overseer 2 said. "So I came to complain."

"Oh yes?" Byte asked.

"Yes, about all the OBC thugs around here. I was even attacked by a few at the entryway," Overseer 2 continued. "What was up with that?"

"... The system has changed, Overseer," Byte said, shaking her head. "You must have heard."

"In case your admin powers couldn't detect it," Overseer 2 snapped, "I've been all over the universe on the run from F.E.A.R, Vortex Security, X-101st, the Vaktovians, and few other things! Do you think I could keep track?"

"Our system is different from Builderman's," Byte continued, shushing Overseer 2. "Robloxia is changing more rapidly than you could imagine. People are unhappy with the old system. They demand physics to be more realistic throughout the universe... they demand more Builder's Clubs... they demand many things, most of which we can't do individually."

She turned around and surveyed, through the window, the entirety of Robloxia, in a stunning breakage of the laws of physics and of perspective since the planet was a sphere.

"So we all thought, after Builderman was thrown out and banished, that we'd give it to them all in one go," she whispered mystically. "We designed a capsule of all these updates that people have requested. We're not done with it at this particular moment... but we shall be, we shall be..." She turned back to Overseer 2 and grinned.

"What," Overseer 2 said in astonishment, "have I heard?"

"Our new reality," Byte said.

"What a bloody stupid one!," Overseer 2 burst out. "You're going to do this to the entire universe, warp the physics that have been there for trillions of years, and in the process suffocate many orbital stations and outposts with your new vacuum of space function? That's not just stupid, that is spectacularly obtuse!"

"And about your OBC problem," Byte continued, "shut up. We're not retiring any OBCers. Instead we're adding a rank. Leonidas?" she called to one corner. A huge muscled warrior stepped out of a shadow. He had several dozen katanas on his back, in a multi sheath. He was pure iron. On his head was a red and purple hard hat, shining and sparkling with some sort of devilish starlight.

"This is our IBCer," Byte said with a small smile. "That stands for Infinite Builder's Club. In this form people shall live forever, and have the powers of gods... and if you don't protest this, as I know you are eager to do... you shall be rewarded with this rank." She held out a hat.

"Fuck it," Overseer 2 said, and hurled himself out of the window.