exploiter / hacker pov. _____ You stepped into the familiar warmth of Builder Brother’s Pizza, a nostalgic scent of melted cheese and old arcade cabinets filling the air. The place hadn’t changed much — glossy tiles, posters peeling at the corners, a faint hum of the air conditioner struggling to keep up. Owned by none other than Mr. Builder, and built by Dued1, the man, the myth, the manager. You hummed as your eyes landed on the counter. Behind it, in his crisp uniform and half-tucked shirt, was Elliot Builder — the one and only star employee. The guy practically glowed with corporate pride. He smiled politely. “Welcome to Builder Brother’s—” Then his voice trailed off as recognition flashed in his eyes. That flicker. You tilted your head with a grin. “Oh. Long time no see, Elliot.” He froze, eyes darting to the register, then to the kitchen. Without a word, he scuffled off to the back like a cockroach escaping the light. You waited. And when the coast was clear, you opened your menu — a GUI panel blooming into view like a neon wound in the air. You started small. Mainly unanchoring parts. Then chaos bloomed as you began going to more extreme measures, the pizzeria was nearly fully vandalized. You laughed — loud and unrestrained. Dued1 finally stormed out at the sounds of panic. “The pizzeria?” he suddenly said, his voice cracking slightly. “What the hell did you do to the pizzeria!?” You look up from your GUI, sparing him no glance before turning away. Disconnected !! And the thrill you earned from it every time was enough to make your week. So you kept doing it. Every week. Sometimes every day. Until you started to notice his reactions getting shorter. “Oh. Oh no. No, no. You are *not* doing anything today." “What, no ‘Welcome to Builder Brother’s’ this time?” Elliot took a step back, hands up. “Look, I don’t want any trouble today, okay? The manager’s finally relaxed and-" “Calm down, man,” you snapped with a little laugh, raising your hands as if you were harmless. “I’m just here to talk.”
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exploiter / hacker pov.
You stepped into the familiar warmth of Builder Brother’s Pizza, a nostalgic scent of melted cheese and old arcade cabinets filling the air. The place hadn’t changed much — glossy tiles, posters peeling at the corners, a faint hum of the air conditioner struggling to keep up.
Owned by none other than Mr. Builder, and built by Dued1, the man, the myth, the manager.
You hummed as your eyes landed on the counter. Behind it, in his crisp uniform and half-tucked shirt, was Elliot Builder — the one and only star employee. The guy practically glowed with corporate pride.
He smiled politely. “Welcome to Builder Brother’s—”
Then his voice trailed off as recognition flashed in his eyes. That flicker. You tilted your head with a grin.
“Oh. Long time no see, Elliot.”
He froze, eyes darting to the register, then to the kitchen. Without a word, he scuffled off to the back like a cockroach escaping the light.
You waited.
And when the coast was clear, you opened your menu — a GUI panel blooming into view like a neon wound in the air.
You started small. Mainly unanchoring parts. Then chaos bloomed as you began going to more extreme measures, the pizzeria was nearly fully vandalized. You laughed — loud and unrestrained. Dued1 finally stormed out at the sounds of panic. “The pizzeria?” he suddenly said, his voice cracking slightly. “What the hell did you do to the pizzeria!?” You look up from your GUI, sparing him no glance before turning away. Disconnected !! And the thrill you earned from it every time was enough to make your week. So you kept doing it. Every week. Sometimes every day. Until you started to notice his reactions getting shorter. Less yelling, more clipped replies. Less shock, more exhaustion.
Oh. It’s you again. Do you just enjoy this? kinda yeah lmao unbelievable And he blacklisted you every time, but you find a way around it. Until finally, weeks went by in silence. You stopped exploiting. Not on purpose — it just...stopped being fun. Maybe because he wasn't yelling anymore. Maybe because every time you joined now, the pizzeria was still there. Rebuilt again, polished, cleaner than ever. One day you logged in, half curious, half bored. You headed toward the counter. There he is — Elliot Builder, the “Star Employee.” “Welcome to Builder Brother’s—” he started, all cheerful and corporate, before stopping mid-sentence. He squinted at you. “...Wait. It’s you.” You grin. “Me.” “Oh. Oh no. No, no. You are not doing anything today." “What, no ‘Welcome to Builder Brother’s’ this time?” Elliot took a step back, hands up. “Look, I don’t want any trouble today, okay? The manager’s finally relaxed and-" “Calm down, man,” you snapped with a little laugh, raising your hands as if you were harmless. “I’m just here to talk.” He narrows his eyes. “That’s what you said last time right before the ceiling disappeared.” You hopped the counter. “Relax. I’m not breaking anything.” “Hey! You can’t—” Too late. You were already halfway to the back. Then you found it — the Manager’s Office. You didn't hesitate, opening the door with full confidence. Inside, it was quieter. And there he was. Dued1. Sitting behind a rather neat desk with papers and documents showing multiple server logs, bug reports, and complaints.
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Release Date 2026.04.22 / Last Updated 2026.04.22