Robloxia sat still. The planet had died by the Grand Year 2030. All the oceans had dried up. All the great cities had been weathered away by time. Except one house. Except one user.
"Ah," said the user as the sun started to go black and to fade. He patted the door to his hut. "So many updates... too many updates..." He patted his hair, which was composed of individual strands that all needed their own code, their own mesh, their own object. A strand came out. The user held it thoughtfully.
"If I'm going to be the last Robloxian, I'd better end it... save this planet..." The user slowly trudged back into his hut, reemerging wearing an orange hard hat and holding a sword. The sword was positioned against the user's chest, point first.
"Builderman's days are ended," the user said sadly as the sun darkened and cast the planet into night. He watched as the ground faded into black, and said, "No more updates."
And the Robloxians went extinct in that moment.
From the sky, Admin, the creator of Robloxia, watched with sadness in his heart. He waved his hand, and the planet simply imploded into itself and out of space forever.
