Bloxor55

After boobah, I started my first actual account: Bloxor55. This guy I used for my stages of actually using Roblox as it was meant to be. I made several places, real places, and promoted them to an extent. They were never popular, or good, but I did make an acceptance speech when I finally got my Homestead badge.

In my later stages of foruming on Knex, I went back to look at Bloxor and found that through my five pages of hats, I had some good stuff. I mean, for an unpopular user with no talents whatsoever (at the time), I had some expensive stuff. R$550 for Miner's Hat, a Tricerone, and some other stuff, to me then (I was rather poor), it looked great.

I also got my first Builder's Club subscription on Bloxor55. I had to convince my dad for a very antagonizing hour that I really wanted it, and did. I never really made much use of the Club, except for places an money in the least. I built a lot of creations and flirted with scripting at first, all of which was supplemented with the ten places.

To me, that was bliss. I had it made. I could mock people for not having BC, and get away with it because I did. I was a brat because I knew I had a lot and made sure everyone else knew it too.

I have two stories of the ugly side of Bloxor, one I'll tell you now and the other later. There was an obby that I loved, dubbed the 'hardest obby on Roblox,' for a reason. It was pretty hard from the way it looked, crazy hard. Thankfully, I had money. You know what that means? VIP. I skipped the actual bad parts and went to the VIP room where I got lots of weapons and committed a reign of terror. It was pretty fun, and I wouldn't be above it now. I got the rocket launcher and killed people right before they finished the course.

But the people I was blowing up with a rocket launcher on the obby didn't like it. They tried to fight back, but my brattiness overwhelmed them. I would swear and swear like I thought I couldn't be caught. Every bad word was followed up with a warning of 'If you report me, I'll come bad,' blah blah. As it turns out, when you try to get away with swearing so much, you don't. I got a warning, and came back to accuse everyone very vulgarly of reporting me. Thanks for the filter. I was then banned, and didn't come back for a while.

This pretty much marked the beginning of the end for Bloxor55. It was the frustration at the people around me and my pure ignorance that sent me running for another account to get a clean start. This incident was only the beginning, and the next was a laugh to the entire forum, so you can imagine how much this truly infuriated me.

How I got Started / Boobah

Me playing Roblox was really a product of my friends of school. I was in a group for a while, and we all attended the after school program. There, ever day around 3:30 I believe, anyone who wanted could go down to the computer lab to play games for about fifteen minutes if they wanted to. All of my friends did this, so I started signing up to go and going with them.

We all played different games until Christian, one of the members of our group, had a brother who played Roblox. His brother turned him onto it, and he turned Nick, another member, and myself, onto the game as well. It's funny because everyone didn't want to play it at first. Well, they did, but they did not, because if you were to play it just because Christian liked it, then you were considered a copycat- the worst shame in 4th grade. So for the first week or so (until it was alright to play in public), I tinkered with Roblox in secret and I'm sure everyone else did as well. Eventually it was fine for us to play as a group.

Unfortunately, the computers at our school were truly kind of sucky and we could not play online games. In the beginning, I just played Crossroads in 'solo mode' (as it was called then) messing around and blowing up buildings, taking the footsteps users normally take on the account they stick with.

All of this progress on Roblox took place with my very first account: Boobah. I had named it this because at the time, I was fascinated by the shows little kids watched. The Wiggles, Teletubbies, anything for a four year old (It made me feel smart). One of those shows was a weird, twisted thing with colorful monsters that looked like mutated pancakes. It was named 'Boobah.' Just popping into my mind at the time, I used it for my user name.

As it turns out, I never did much on boobah. It was the account I used for my baby stages of Roblox life, and I used another one for about six months after I abandoned boobah, and before I created Knexer.

I fell out of touch with boobah for a long time before suddenly remembering it last year, and spending an afternoon trying to get on by remembering my password. All that was left on my account was a poorly created game, a T-Shirt of a sample Windows image, and a couple hats that were easy to get.

He was my beginning, my first steps, but not my first words. Those come later, with a lot more stupid moments and shame. It had only begun for me, and to be honest, I'm glad I had a place to get my raw ignorance out in a way no one knew. I wish everyone could have that so they would never be embarrassed by stupid questions on an account they keep forever.

This New Blog

I'm Knexer, and this is Out of Touch.

I'm going to tell you my stories as one of the most notorious scripters, talk show personalities, forumers, and writers. It's not all going to be pretty, but hopefully people will learn a lot about who I am and what Roblox had made me- and me it. You're going to read my life as a Robloxian.

This blog will have no ads, no news about Roblox, none of the junk you may find anywhere else. I want to change the way people find out about Roblox and how to make it there.

This is my story.