Robloxia, planet of a thousand names, home of a thousand races, and richest planet in the Lan star system, was about to get a nasty surprise. Far above the atmosphere, there orbited the small planets of Blockland, Testblox, and Shadeblox, plus five-hundred thousand or so sattelites set in orbit by Robloxian scientists who were known to be a little off their rockers. One of these satellites went a bit off its rocker itself, and diverted the path of a cruising nuclear warhead just slightly to the left. But we'll get to that later. The reason for this satellite going completely bat-shit insane and diverting the path of the nuclear warhead a fraction of an inch to the left was because Shadeblox and Testblox passed through each other. When the narrator says "passed through each other", the planets literally passed through each other like mist through other differently colored mist. But this was hardly surprising for the few Venezians and Frostarians and Blocklanders and the other species representatives that were flying around on business. They had, through either sophisticated monitoring systems (Venezia) or primitive astronomy using telescopes (Blockland) detected that the planets around Robloxia were experiencing what was known by the community as a whole as "Lag". Lag's scientific description was "a phenomenon in which all things either go incredibly slowly or not at all, or both at once". But to the layman, or everybody else who wasn't a scientist, it was "trouble".

And they had all linked it to one thing: Admin Tower. The change in the position of Head Admin from Builderman to Tarabyte had imbalanced the former balance of power until it was at a ninety degree angle. Since power was so important on Robloxia, and balance was skewed any way you looked at it from the start, this had meant large amounts of unreal things happening, people disconnecting randomly, and above all lag. Even in the lower levels of New Robloxia, where the lag sometimes got up to about a movement per second, the lag could still get that extra kick which made it deadly. And, in extreme circumstances, trapped people in dark pits suddenly, never to return to the surface.

The lag above the atmosphere had caused Shadeblox and Testblox to become deprived of any substance, and as a result their fleeing gravities met each other and created a wave of just the right frequency to screw with the inner code of the sattelite, which then went bat-shit insane and caused the nuclear warhead to move just slightly to the left, but just enough for it to hit something vital for Robloxia along the way to wherever the hell it was going.

OOO

Hard rain hit the city of Robloxity as the largest storm of the year swept in from the north. Small blocks, although large enough to knock over players and crash through houses, fell from the sky at crazy speeds exceeding two hundred miles-per-hour. Some even exploded in small versions of rocket eruptions. The storm had, after all, been engineered. A homicidal admin named Chro (or Skullhead to those who didn't keep up with names) had created this cloud as a goodbye gift to the planet when he had been rendered inactive by alien technology from Frostarian rebels. It was supposed to keep the government in line so that no rebels ever rebelled again. But instead it caused terror, and had itself been designated a terrorist, so now Counter-Terrorists were plotting to shoot it in its vulnerables.

But now the storm was fading. The blocks were beginning to rain less hard, and the people of Robloxity peeked out of their doors and windows hopefully.

That was when they all saw the streak arcing across the skyline, flying right over their heads, disappearing. Then the explosion took them.

From very far away witnesses described a bright light, bubbling from the ground. Then there were multiple small explosions as the schrapnel from the bomb activated itself and exploded. Then came a wave of lag so intense that for a moment the planet vanished. But only for a moment, a split second. Then the buildings flew hundreds of miles and smashed into the ground. A black pillar of blocks fountained, crashing into the gigablock and making sinkholes and furrows appear. Within the course of a minute, Robloxity had been completely leveled and replaced with a huge pit, with jagged edges. The few survivors scrambled blindly out of the hole, and since this wasn't a true nuclear bomb and just a designation to its force they were non-radiated but injured as all hells.

The cloud must have sensed the explosion too, for it flew up high into the sky and curled up into a ball of plasma. It then flew away.

OOO
Sorcus sat eating his lunch in the Admin Commons. With him, across the table, was Anaminus and Njay. They were playing a miniature verson of Robloxia, called simply Roblox. The board they were using was an accurate map of the world, with different spawn points for their playing pieces. Anaminus was playing as FEAR. Njay was playing as Vortex Security. Sorcus simply played as a hacker, since that was an option.

One of Anaminus's army pieces was destroyed by Sorcus. Anaminus looked up into Sorcus's eyes.

"How are you doing this?" he asked.

"Luck, skill, luck, and more luck," answered Sorcus. "Oh, and I'm also an ultra-powerful moderator and admin who has the knowledge of this game, unlike you silly little boys."

"You think we're not experienced?" The sub-moderator's face wrinkled in something that looked like a combination of mirth and rage. "You must be off your rocker."

Jus then an alarm sounded in the room. Sorcus took the moment when the two opponents were looking around for the alarm's source to his advantage and crushed both their teams with a single move.

"I win," he said.

Dusek, the super-moderator and admin, came through the door, robes flapping around his boots. The fires in his pumpkin head were brighter than ever, and he looked a little agitated. This was incredibly unlike Dusek, who at times was known to be the friendliest admin around.

"Sorcus," he commaded, "get me the Roblos. RobloTim, RobloKen, even RobloSam. Get them all, no silly business." Sorcus bowed. He then teleported the three Roblos to him. They bowed.

"What is thy bidding?" asked RobloTim.

"Uhhh," Sorcus trailed.

"Get to Robloxity's remains now!," barked Dusek. "There's an emergency situation there! We don't know what it is, or how much damage it did, but there is a situation nonetheless. And," he added, "the storm even ran away in fright."

"Wait a moment Dusek," said Sorcus. "I suggest, before going any further on this mission, taking Njay with you."

"WHY?!," Njay burst out. "WHY ALWAYS ME?!" He pouted.

"You're a forensic identifier." Sorcus smiled. "Kid, if you want to keep your job, you need to act on it."

"Well," began Njay, "all you do all day is sit around and beat us at-"

"No time," interrupted Dusek. "Sorcus is right. This is for the good of Robloxity. Hurry up, do." When Njay and the Roblos had all teleported to the hangar bay, Dusek addressed Anaminus and Sorcus.

"I want you two out on the front grounds pronto," he ordered. "Order from Byte. Needs to be acted on. Now go. Bring about two-hundred Admin Guards with you for safety's sake." Dusek then teleported them to the front field. He summoned somebody else, a normal looking Robloxian. This individual was also an admin, but in addition he was a tracker. Trackers were prized among the community, for they could detect hackers faster than anybody. But Conix was being sent on a different mission. He was about to start finding Grean Overseer.

"So," Conix said, "who or what have you summoned me for?"

"Capture Grean Overseer," Dusek said, "and you get a million Robux. Simple as that."

Conix nodded. Dusek was after all being given orders by the new Admin Chief. But behind the admin's eyes was... panic? Fear? Conix couldn't tell which one, but he could tell that Dusek was having, deep down, a moral conflict.

"As you wish, my master." The sub-admin Conix turned around and departed.

Dusek was left alone in the game room. He looked at the scattered pieces of the game, and sighed.