Истории Dued1

Work at a Pizza Place is a Roblox game created by Dued1 in March 2008. It is one of the oldest, longest running games on Roblox to this date. It is a very fun, well-thought game and I have spent many hours on this game. However, I cannot ignore the many problems and difficult gameplay to this game. In this writing, I will address what is Work at a Pizza Place, and what can be improved. Work at a Pizza Place is not a bad game, and I will never say do not play it. I just want it to have more options, and be more player friendly.

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This Story Was Originally made on a piece of white, lined paper. It all started with Erik Cassel joining a normal game server of MeepCity, but it turned out to be an Adventure. It's Unfinished... for now.

a virus has been spreading all across robloxia, no one knows what caused it, or how to fix it. everything has been going down hill.... robloxians are getting infected far too quick for the admins to try and help. the infected aren't robloxians anymore.. thair something else. pixels flying off thair bodies infected those who breath it in, thair figures changing to help hunt survivors down, violence is all they know now there is no saving them... this virus isnt something natural, its something man-made, someone is behind this. whoever made this virus left made some immune, to watch them cry as thair friends and family die and become monsters..

WIP this story is my own original story, not based on any games whatsoever and is all about how I think the admins and myths/exploiters would act when crossing paths. The story cover is still under construction. "deep in the underground, where monsters who reclined on their thrones and ruled over robloxia in their expired fantasies of pasts, roamed - condemned by the higher-ups. they dwelled deep in their personal hell, weakness after strength. - and yet.. everyone in the Town Of Robloxia were still panic-stricken - shivering for their lives, waiting endlessly, preparing themselves for the next encounter of the attacks the well known Exploiters promised them each year.- even after Builderman himself and his Team had reassured none of the beasts would come back and drop an attack, neither from air or land, but no. each day, even more rumors came up - where civilians endlessly told stories about the next time The Condemned will rise from the dead and terrorize, traumatize, humiliate and leave them all dead, unmoving and unchanging" ------------------------------------------------------- "This of course greatly irritated and probed The Admins and Builderman himself, as they had already reassured protection - but knowing his own community.. the Robloxians, they were terrified. -And there was no way to change that fact. so they all prepared themselves, physically - and mentally.. to cross paths, to look at the people they oathed in the very eyes yet again, and end them all. Next week, they would make those Myths And Exploiters regret their sins, to beg for forgiveness on their knees. they'd all promise themselves to make sure those devils **never see the light of day.**" (I also am gonna include Trolls such as Ellernate, Caleb244 and Itrapped because why not? thehre the best troi😱😱🥹 Roblox just got mad in this fic ok? ok🥹🥹 I forgot if they got banned entirely like IP banned or something or are in probation ahahaha.)