Showing posts with label ROBLOX Lore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ROBLOX Lore. Show all posts

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Online dating in Roblox: The truth.

Roblox Online dating: The truth.

Now, first of all, this review is going to be like my OTHER review on ROBLOX success (Which is going to be published soon, I hope.) Also, RN and I do not endorse online dating in ROBLOX, and we do not approve of it.

First of all, let's understand the concept of what online dating in roblox is. People who online date on roblox (referred to as ODer's by some.) Games, such as the different town of robloxia, endorse this  kind of thing. People commonly have relationships with complete untrustworthy strangers. Of course, most people have come to disagree with online dating, but some disregard all the hate, and keep on doing it. So I am going to list some of the reasons why I think people do it. Also, I recently had a "falling out" with my girlfriend, so I  may seem harsh on online daters, I apologize in advance.

Disclaimer:
Online dating anywhere is hazardous, do not trust anyone online, for they can always lie. NEVER give out personal information to strangers via ROBLOX.

1. They are children.  
All Irony about this aside, people who aren't old enough to date, wish to date, but can only do it on roblox. Multiple traits of a person who commonly Online dates, is someone who has poor grammar and writing/speaking skills. Some other key evidence is that they dress, and act in an immature, and improper fashion

2.They feel,look, and act differently on ROBLOX.
Another fact is that people who are young generally feel more insecure about their looks, (more tweens-teens, but you get the idea.) and fake it all on roblox. So, say you weren'ts an athlete, you might play sports on ROBLOX to create a small illusion that you are. Based on this, people who try to have relationships on roblox tend to act and look a different way in real life. For example, a sane human being would not go on the street and yell "123 for a boyfriend!" over and over.


Obviously, no one who plays ROBLOX is likely to be able to dress like this in real life.











3. They are alone and out of options/unable to find "love"
This option is my least favorite, since I think most people are capable of finding someone in this world of nearly two billion, who likes them for them. Of course, some people just can't connect with others, so the y turn to a world where they can be someone their not, a world in where anything is possible no matter how you act or look in real life. It is also unlikely, since almost all if not all roblox users sign up to use roblox as their dating site.


Thank you for reading my short article on one of the aspects of ROBLOX, have a wonderful day.

P.S
Still here? Great! I just wanted to say thank you. To all my readers, to everyone who has supported me. Not only in real life, but on ROBLOX. And I would like to thank a special few,

  • Arbirator. This wonderful man accepted me into ROBLOX news and helped me become the journalist I am today.
  • Zakkeh. Zak, without your tedious corrections to my faults,  I would have never survived here at RN.
  • CYNICALCHRIS. Cyn, my old friend, we started at the bottom, now we're here. You have always been a great friend, good luck. Keep on trucking!
  • Finally, I would like to dedicate this article to my intern, Razecept. I hope to teach you much about this new and exiting world of ROBLOX journalism. 







Sunday, March 25, 2012

The Life and Times of an Easter Zombie

I am one of the thousands of Easter Zombies born into ROBLOX via the Radioactive Egg of Undead Apocalypse. All you heard was the glamorous side, the view of the Easter Zombies in the ROBLOX 2010 Egg Hunt. I will tell you my story from then; although when I say that this is my story, this is the story of every Easter Zombie just like myself.

Easter time in 2010. Our inception into ROBLOX. I'm not really sure how or why it happened. All I remember is the impact. The life-giving impact. Once we touched down, we were freed from our confinement. We wandered, happy to be alive. If we were alive. We had no knowledge of this new world, we had no idea where we were, what our goals were. We attempted to interact with the locals. They were displeased to see us. We had not yet learned the ROBLOXian greetings of handshakes-- we found feasting on their faces was less appropriate a greeting as time went by.

Suddenly, it was the day of reckoning for our people. I can only describe it as a consuming darkness. They took our home. They consumed the egg. They picked it up and put it in their baskets. Suddenly we grew weak, and what was once a strong, able body became little more than dust on the wind. We were awaiting our rebirth. We were in another dimension, awaiting our return to this strange land. This land of ROBLOX...

In this other dimension... I visualized things I could never have before. My senses became amplified, and I could visualize things as though they existed. I imagined an egg created by bees. I had no idea what a bee was, but I knew that it was a creature just like me. It worked in groups like we did. This dimension told me... Hive-mind. We were hive-minded creatures.

I was reborn again in time. The eggs landed. We stumbled back into the ROBLOX Universe. But something golden caught my eye. I picked it up. This was my dream. My creation. And then one of the natives sliced me in half. Killed the mood really. Although I was planning to eat my creation's face, had it one.

And then we faded again. Unlike the first fade, we knew deep in our hearts that this was our end. We remain in the in-between. Not home. Not the world of ROBLOX. We lie in wait, creating things, learning things. I once learned of the leprechauns of Ireland; small, mythical beings. But the truth about this in-between is that there is no escape.

We, the Easter Zombies, await our second coming. The day where we may return to the ROBLOX universe. The day where we walk amongst the natives in harmony. In peace. Without pain, without hardship, without judgement. We don't know when this day shall come, two days? Two weeks? Two years..? Only time will tell.

We shall rise again.