As the title says, yes, I met a trained psychologist on a building game with F3X.
I’ve provided some of the text on the Discord, so you could say I crossposted.
When I was playing on a F3X building game, trying to get people to work for the Red Rocket I made, an exploiter came in. This game doesn’t exactly have FilteringEnabled, so this guy was able to play music and have that weird ring around his character that moves to the music. I was a bit miffed on this, as I couldn’t build with the blaring music. He was playing music that cringe teenagers play at their parties on MeepCity, the usual “Thunder” and “Havana” type.
I tried to talk to him, but he got so fed up with me he actually kicked me from the server. When I came back, I noticed a bacon hair (which I won’t name) joined the game. He walked around, came to my Red Rocket, and noticed the exploiter was there. I was shocked when he spoke.
He had said “Let me take this further.”, which was strange. I thought he was talking to me about my building. It was a shock to know this guy had actual grammar, as good as mine.
“Why?”
“Why do you exploit?”
This bacon hair was strange to me, as I’ve never seen that question before. He had jumped around the rings, and this guy had turned himself invisible, while loading in a “THOT CLEANER” and renaming my future friend “THOT”. I didn’t think this was right, as he actually had something to say.
“Why do you exploit?”, the words came after. “Is it for humor?”
I would have never expected an answer, but he got what he was asking for. The man had said “because I can”. Typical teenager. I’m sure the bacon hair would have stopped there. I was in for a ride.
“”because I can.” isn’t a reason.” This guy was serious about this. “It’s a statement that shows you can.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” That dialog, strangely enough, actually changed my viewpoint on “because I can” is an answer to that.
“Why?”
I had been shocked this bacon hair had even gone further. He had been kicked from the server, and now he’s even more set on the answer he set out to get. “Is it because of the trend of being cool? Hip, rad?”
This one piece of dialog made me believe this guy is an adult, as nobody says “hip” and “rad” anymore.
“Do you have a need for power?”
“Power, over a multiplayer online server with only a few people out of what, millions other servers?” The bacon hair was getting deeper, and a part of me was saying that there’s no way this guy is a troll.
“Billions of games, yet you choose this one.” I hadn’t been sure on billions of games, after all, there’s only less than 2 billion games. Correct me if that’s wrong.
“Why?” Strangely enough, this guy really wanted a “why” answer. Not how, where, who, but why.
“Easy to exploit?”
“More “fun” to you?”
“Please, enlighten me on your ways.” I was surprised, was he actually wanted to know why an exploiter does what he does, more than anyone?
There was a user who had “cat” in their name in the server. He was your average builder who made spaghet memes, Ugandan Knuckles memes, foot lettuce memes, and the sort.
“Cat, as a fellow game in this, please talk to this man. He may feel troubled; upset in the ways of words.” Could he be referring to self harm?
“A fellow human’s life is at stake.” “Yet, you choose not to care?”
Cat left the game, possibly annoyed by both the exploiter and the bacon hair.
The last words he uttered were “I am a trained psychologist. I can help you.” I friended the guy, talked to him, and it turns out he wants to get rid of exploiters forever by words.
We had set up a meeting at another building game, this one unnamed again. I had a track history with this game, I organized their Discord, but the admins weren’t happy at me. They were upset I was calling the Discord my own, and I ended up leaving.
The guy had been talking with words like “verbose” and “rejoinder”, which I’m sure the admins were suspicious. The owner and all of the admins were there on one plot of land. He was teleported to there, and I had to explain he was a friend, not a troll.
I loaded in my Red Rocket, we closed the doors, and talked. He discussed his plans, but not for long.
The owner had noclipped in our building, and we both got angry. He called the owner filth, but the two admins came in, both being called filth again. I had closed the doors in the jukebox room so we could talk, but a moderator had turned himself invisible and noclipped in the wall. I escaped, bringing my psychologist with me, and we talked with the “locals”, as he called them. Before this, he was actually praising them for having a village build, which he called a “functioning society.”
Both admins, however, were getting angry at us. They voted to permanently ban both of us, and everyone but the two of us said to ban us. I tried to explain I wasn’t involved, but the admins said I brought him along. He was the one who came to the game, instead.
It’s amazing how Roblox is. You’ll never know what you’ll see from just one game.