Problem User Number 214901

We know that some players can be very problematic. Which such a large userbase full of children and young people, especially with the toxic community, Roblox has had its fair share of problematic accounts and users. From accounts utilizing the F word as their username, to thirst-trap NSFW accounts, there are a great deal of players whose sole purpose is to cause havoc and break the TOS. Depraved losers, exploiters abusing the report system to ban opponents, the whole circus is out here.

Those commentary YouTubers literally have a field day, every day, exposing and calling out these losers and rulebreakers. Roblox has had “problematic” users since the beginning, ever since Roblox became public, and ever since then, there are these commentary channels milking these user’s misdeeds in the form of exposure content.

Although much of that stuff is slop, I must admit, I have seen my fair share of rude and callous Roblox players. Most of whom I consider worthy commenting on, although if I were to do that it would take hours. So, for now, I am stuck with the case I have uncovered, or you could say my “Friend’ uncovered.

I happened to contact a content moderator who worked at the Roblox Corporation from 2016 to 2019, before being fired for “leaking company secrets.”

We became good friends recently, and for your information, he is a nice person. We shared our thoughts together over the past 3 years, and eventually we became good friends. I will not be referring to him by his own name, so let’s call him Daniel. Me and Daniel were great friends for quite a while, sharing artwork and occasionally calling each other to talk about our day, and discussing random things that we would hear about, from time to time.

However, everything changed when I asked him a certain question.

“Why were you fired from your job at Roblox?”

That really changed him. For the first time, he seemed nervous, uneasy.

“*Audible sigh* … You are really going to ask me this right now?”

“*short pause* Yeah? I am going to question you about this; it’s a question I’ve kept in my head for a long while.”

Daniel was audibly silent for probably half a minute, until he finally began to speak up, but his voice was notably hesitant.

“… (Redacted), can you personally try to keep quiet about this for little bit, because if this becomes public knowledge sooner than later, it may cause problems.”

“Alright?”

He proceeded to talk about the time he was fired.

I have decided to transcribe the whole thing from a first-person perspective, described below.

Daniel’s Experience.

It was a rather late shift, I must confess. I had been sitting at my workstation, occasionally taking calls from colleagues and management. The sky was pitch black, with only the light flare from the moon up above. I was sitting near a window, and the blinds were kept open.

I remember getting really, tired. I could not take the quiet noise and crickets chirping outside, and without any resistance from myself, I fell asleep in my chair.

I was sound asleep, that was until.

“Ding”

I woke up in a cold sweat. I gazed back up to the monitor screen, and I noticed I had received a notification.

I checked it and then realized it was an email notification from an unknown sender. Well, I say they’re unknown, because their profile was a default figure, and the username was a bunch of letters and numbers.

“ab223942141942jkdkas@outlook.com”

I thought it was a spam email, but my mind was spinning. I had the sudden urge to check it out.

The email read as follows.

“Subject: Problem User.”

“Hello. My name is Lan. I would like to report a problematic user. hE broke many rules, he is a gaslighting little piece of shirt. He threatens users who dislike this form. He is an little reTared crap stain who needs to be stopped. He is a narcissist and needs to be exiled from the game. Please, help me. Thank you. Lan.”

At first glance, I was honestly confused and a little chucklesome. Like, who would send this terrible email, especially to the incorrect email address. Like, I was supposed to moderate content that violated the TOS, I wasn’t meant to deal with users now. At that point in time, I had not done much to ban problematic users, yet. That’s when I checked the email account I was signed into, and that is when I realized something.

I was on my work email. Not on the Roblox support email. That intrigued me…

“How could this person know what my work email is?” I questioned.

“Is he a coworker?”

I was honestly compenetrating with my choices, until I realized something. My boss had always told me to ignore emails regarding problematic users, and to forward those emails to the second moderation team.

A thought then occurred to me:

“Who is the person they are referring to?”

As I scrolled through the page to the bottom of the email, I would soon find myself clicking on a link to a Roblox page. Upon loading up on my new tab, I then was greeted with a user profile. The specific user had the account ID “214901.”

Something noticeable about their profile is their user status showed something odd. They had “000” friends added, which was pretty odd, since Roblox players can’t add negative numbers, let alone add zeros to zero? I was honestly confused, but as I glanced through his profile, I soon noticed something.

His description, it read as follows:

“You don’t want to be in the way when my Haxxing GUI pops up…”

This gave me the conclusion that this guy was an exploiter.

Yep.  Although there’s a chance, they could’ve glitched their account and may had been boasting their defect in their “Friends” count, but something about this seemed off. I was surprised that anyone had not noticed this yet, which had me thinking.

“How could he possibly edit his profile? And if so, how could he edit the friend count?”

In the end, I ended up guiding myself to the admin panel, typed in his username into the textbox, and I gave him a 7-day ban for exploiting. I hoped that would have been the end of that interaction.

Although, as I refreshed the page, I was a little surprised when I checked his ban status.

"Active bans: 0.”

Things were not making sense, and the situation just kept getting worse. As I stayed on the profile page for a few minutes, I started to notice something.

“Ding”

Another email notification. I opened it, thus opening Gmail in a new tab. At this point, I nervously chuckling about the whole ordeal. But that all stopped once I read the email. The email was from an account with the same name as the user I had just discovered.

“Subject: Hey.”

“The plants feel pretty on my legs outside. Would you oblige”?

I felt a knot growing in my stomach, and I began to slump back into the chair.

Even if I was alone in the office, I felt like something, or someone, was near my approximate location. I turned to look at the window beside me. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I noticed something behind the window. It was a man. As I stared into his eyes, I experienced a sudden burst of terror, as I fell backwards in my chair, knocking onto the floor, spilling me onto the ground.  

I let out a whimpered shout:

“What the hell?”

I continued crawling backwards, pressing my back against the wall behind me.

“Who are you?”

“And what do you want?”

The figure didn’t respond, and as I slowly lifted my head to look at him, I now made out every feature on his body.

Through the blinds, I could see this thin man standing there on the other side of the glass. He was wearing a long-sleeved red shirt, and nothing else accept underwear. But that wasn’t the most appalling feature about this guy.

His skin was pale yellow; his legs weren’t normal human legs. His legs looked reptilian, bent, and ended with large sharp talons and a clawed feet of that of an eagle. He had this hideous face, a face you would see in your nightmares. It had these sharp round teeth, green glowing eyes, and he had a black sludge that trickled down from his mouth, and onto the red shirt.

He also seemingly had a black smile painted onto his face, like some messed up representation of a green eyed Roblox face, or that’s what I thought it could’ve been appointing to. It also sported these long claws, sharp claws that should have been more fitting on wolverine rather than this abomination.

He slowly lifted his hand to the glass and started pounding on it. After a few loud knocks, the region around where he was pounding on began to crack, and as that happened, I tore out of the room, booked it down the hall, and rushed into the restroom.

And with that, I shut the door, barricading it with a trashcan. I locked myself in a stall, and sat there on the toilet, sweating profusely. My head began to spin again, my vision getting blurry. And with that, I passed out after what seemed like mere minutes.

Again, I awoke. This time, my colleague Kevin was there by my side. He said to me that my shift ended 4 hours ago, and that I needed to head home. As my vision stabilized, the terrible memories from last night hit me like a train. I sat there, on my butt for a few seconds, wide-eyed, in shock. I was full of dread, and after a few moments I stood up, left the stall, and left the bathroom.

I don’t know how Kevin got into the stall even though it was locked, maybe he crawled under?

But at the time, that was not the biggest problem I was going to deal with.

I had to go.

I proceeded back down the hall and into the office. I grabbed my handbag, my coat, clocked out, and went home. To my utter disappointment and confusion, the next day, I discovered an email from my management.

They said that I had violated company policies by releasing documents onto archive.org, and that I had been fired without any compensation. They also attached an image of the document I had leaked. And as I glared into that image, I began to make out something in the left corner of the paper. I opened the image in paint and tried to zoom into the corner. What I saw was strange.

There was a signature from someone called “Yaler.” Although, the handwriting looked sloppy and scratchy. I don’t know who this “Yaler” person is, (or if they are event a person at all) and I’ve tried to research them on the internet, to no big success. Underneath that, at the very bottom of the page, was my name.

I believe that Yaler took those documents, signed my name on them, and tried to frame me for “leaking company secrets.” Though, I can’t determine if that was the case.

Ever since then, I’ve kept a low profile. I avoided Roblox for around a few months or so after the incident, and after some pressure from my sanity, I eventually got the courage to log in. After inputting my login information and signing in, I played a few games. I did this so I could get my mind off from this whole thing and try to put that behind me. But every time I joined a game, I had this concerning thought nagging me at the back of my head.

“Check his profile.”

After killing police officers in prison life, cutting and logging wood in lumber tycoon 2, and playing “Jurassic Park! [modded] Dinosaur Game” for some nostalgic throwbacks, I finally could hold it anymore. I opened a new Roblox tab, and I typed in the username of the that user into the search bar. You probably can guess who it is. As I loaded into his profile, I began to feel uneasy. I noticed that his avatar was different from what it was originally. He was offline, but the weirdest thing was his section.

"Welcome to my nightmare, I think you're going to like it.”

Conclusion