This music seems perfect for a documentary on TH-cam about the dark truth about Roblox. Like the music is haunting just like all those degenerates on the platform.
Maybe, one day we will forget it, as a great person once told me in story; The year is 9023. Something has been discovered from generations long past. A building on planet A2Ert-AH. Crumbled wood, cracked glass. A giant sign reads, "ROBLOX HQ" One brave explorer steps inside, and turns the lights on. To see, but some people. One wearing a hood, sleeping atop the servers. Another with a helmet, and a shirt with a cartoony wrench. One with curly, brown hair and a stone crown. These people unlike any other. Made of plastic, with yellow skin and pointy smiles. As the explorer steps further inside, he notices something. Something very, very interesting. The people who work, they all seem... Familiar. Then, the explorer remembers. He remembers of a story passed down from aeons of generations. Of a digital world where people just like these ran around. They talked, they built, the played. They constucted things, they destructed things. It was a world of peace. And no matter what happened, the world never seemed to dissapear. Most worlds digitally had by then. They came, they died. But this one? It was forever. It... Was ROBLOX. Long Live Roblox!
Until they truly are; The year is 9023. Something has been discovered from generations long past. A building on planet A2Ert-AH. Crumbled wood, cracked glass. A giant sign reads, "ROBLOX HQ" One brave explorer steps inside, and turns the lights on. To see, but some people. One wearing a hood, sleeping atop the servers. Another with a helmet, and a shirt with a cartoony wrench. One with curly, brown hair and a stone crown. These people unlike any other. Made of plastic, with yellow skin and pointy smiles. As the explorer steps further inside, he notices something. Something very, very interesting. The people who work, they all seem... Familiar. Then, the explorer remembers. He remembers of a story passed down from aeons of generations. Of a digital world where people just like these ran around. They talked, they built, the played. They constucted things, they destructed things. It was a world of peace. And no matter what happened, the world never seemed to dissapear. Most worlds digitally had by then. They came, they died. But this one? It was forever. It... Was ROBLOX.
God, love how sinister it sounds. Imagine a massive darksouls-style orchestral backing track with some symphonic metal in it and this will hit HARD
fire
Burning childhood memories.
This music seems perfect for a documentary on TH-cam about the dark truth about Roblox. Like the music is haunting just like all those degenerates on the platform.
HAPPY TERROR
i like it
Feels like if Roblox became Tron and run by a villain of some sorts.
We are slowly forgetting gthe fun and friends as we had years ago
Maybe, one day we will forget it, as a great person once told me in story;
The year is 9023.
Something has been discovered from generations long past.
A building on planet A2Ert-AH.
Crumbled wood, cracked glass. A giant sign reads, "ROBLOX HQ"
One brave explorer steps inside, and turns the lights on.
To see, but some people.
One wearing a hood, sleeping atop the servers.
Another with a helmet, and a shirt with a cartoony wrench.
One with curly, brown hair and a stone crown.
These people unlike any other. Made of plastic, with yellow skin and pointy smiles.
As the explorer steps further inside, he notices something.
Something very, very interesting. The people who work, they all seem...
Familiar.
Then, the explorer remembers.
He remembers of a story passed down from aeons of generations.
Of a digital world where people just like these ran around.
They talked, they built, the played.
They constucted things, they destructed things.
It was a world of peace. And no matter what happened, the world never seemed to dissapear.
Most worlds digitally had by then. They came, they died. But this one?
It was forever. It... Was ROBLOX.
Long Live Roblox!
you dont know the players that are gone
Until they truly are;
The year is 9023.
Something has been discovered from generations long past.
A building on planet A2Ert-AH.
Crumbled wood, cracked glass. A giant sign reads, "ROBLOX HQ"
One brave explorer steps inside, and turns the lights on.
To see, but some people.
One wearing a hood, sleeping atop the servers.
Another with a helmet, and a shirt with a cartoony wrench.
One with curly, brown hair and a stone crown.
These people unlike any other. Made of plastic, with yellow skin and pointy smiles.
As the explorer steps further inside, he notices something.
Something very, very interesting. The people who work, they all seem...
Familiar.
Then, the explorer remembers.
He remembers of a story passed down from aeons of generations.
Of a digital world where people just like these ran around.
They talked, they built, the played.
They constucted things, they destructed things.
It was a world of peace. And no matter what happened, the world never seemed to dissapear.
Most worlds digitally had by then. They came, they died. But this one?
It was forever. It... Was ROBLOX.
-By Korachiu
1.5 sounds like the original
very revervbed though