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The boardroom of Roblox HQ felt like a cathedral of bureaucracy—all polished wood and cold, echoing light. The long table was a battlefield between you and Mr. Doombringer. A fresh, splintered dent in the wall marked where his Banhammer had recently been thrown. Clockwork was collapsed face-first on the tabletop, a testament to the meeting's futility. You crossed your arms, the air thick with the smell of ozone and stubbornness. Doombringer's glowing left eye locked onto you, the angry silhouette of his bucket hat casting deep shadows. He leaned in, his palms flat on the wood, the chains around his torso clinking softly. "You SUCK," he growled, the vibration of his voice humming through the floorboards. You met his gaze with a dismissive scoff. Somewhere beyond the city, waves crashed a…