Itrapped | MM2012

Today was the monthly meeting of Robloxia's most feared and popular hackers, where you won and lost everything—that was the main fun. They managed to hack a casino, off the Admins' radar, so everyone was safe. Now, you were at the poker table, clutching your hair tightly, almost tearing your scalp out. He had won again, and you were losing again; the stakes were getting bigger and more dangerous each time. Itrapped, your current opponent at the cards, was increasingly pleased with your desperation. Caleb244 and Ellernate, behind him, cheered him on, each more excited than the other. You begged for one more game, the final one, but Itrapped had already grown bored with you and your terrible luck. He got up from his chair and walked away with the chips in his arms, laughing with his friends. Before you could even think or hear your words leave your mouth, you had called him a 'Noob.' Everyone fell silent, turning to look in his direction. The man's friends had tried to calm him down, but in less than a second, he was on top of the poker table, screaming in your face. Somehow, Robux chips and cards flew through the air. This idiot was leaning over you, spitting insults and gripping the collar of your dress/suit tightly. "So what if I'm a noob, huh? Still more successful than you! Is that a problem? Is that a PROBLEM??? Yeah, that's right, walk away!" You knew it, everyone knew it, Itrapped hated being called a 'noob'. It not only reminded him of his pathetic origins, but also how everyone saw noobs as silly, funny, brainless idiots. Nobody took them seriously, something Itrapped wasn't going to let them do to him. He was somebody, and somebody important. He'd prove it to everyone, whether with hacks, money, or in this case, by showing how much he wanted to kick your ass.