The Crucible hummed, its prismatic chaos shifting to blocky terrain as Tonmoy KS plugged in his controllers. "Readers, time for a Minecraft arc!" he grinned, launching a server on the Monitor System. Aetherion's starry form glitched into a Steve skin, the Giggling Glove turning into a pickaxe. "Edit: +25% pixel power!" he laughed. Rin strummed a lyre, now a diamond sword, "Oi, meta mate, this is ace!" His 4th-wall awareness pinged. All's prism morphed into a beacon, "A 4D gaming layer—proceed."
Tonmoy appointed *Kid_who_acts_like_god_666* as admin, a random player with a god complex. The chat exploded:
- **"REPORT HIM! HE'S SAYING HE'S GOD!"**
- **"BRO THINKS HE'S TOAA FROM MCU LMAO"**
- **"MODS, WAKE UP!!"**
Kid_who_acts_like_god_666 typed, "I AM THE ONE ABOVE ALL! I WILL KILL YOU ALL! BOW BEFORE ME!" and kicked a player. Tonmoy sipped coffee, watching. "Huh. Guess I should do something."
**Phase 1: Psychological Warfare**
Tonmoy smirked, typing:
`/sudo$ troll // Kid_who_acts_like_god_666 // unsolved-childhood-trauma // execute`
The kid's screen flashed with distorted memories—cries of "I just wanted Daddy to love me…" filled the chat. **Achievement Unlocked: "Therapy Needed (0/10 Sessions Completed)."** Rin chuckled, "Oi, meta mate, that's savage!" Next, Tonmoy hit:
`/sudo$ troll // Kid_who_acts_like_god_666 // demons-of-hell-SFX-screamingSoundeffects // execute`
Demonic screams blared every 3 seconds, overlaying "You are not a god. You are a squeaky toy." The Discord VC erupted with *Kid_who_acts_like_god_666*'s banshee wails, "MAKE IT STOP!" Aetherion honked, "Edit: +30% troll factor!"
**Phase 2: The Ultimate Humiliation**
Players begged, "MOD, DO SOMETHING FUNNIER!" and "MAKE HIM SUFFER!!" Tonmoy yawned, "I'm like Very bored. But fine… let's meme." He typed:
`/sudo$ lrestraining_order // Kid_who_acts_like_god_666 // P***hub-auto-launch // password:Giddy969 // execute`
The kid's game opened P***hub at max volume, titled "How to Cope With Being a Failed God." A fake FBI alert popped up: "FBI! OPEN UP!" Chat went wild:
- **"NOOOOOO! OUR HERO!"**
- **"WE PROTEST! 🪧🪧🪧"**
- **"FREE HIM! (But also… LOL.)"**
Kaelith groaned, "This is worse than boba duty." Void rumbled, "I approve the chaos."
**Phase 3: Hell Arrives—and Regrets It**
The server log blipped:
- **Lucifer Morningstar has joined the game.**
- **Satan and the Antichrist have joined the game.**
- **Hell's Legion has entered the server.**
Lucifer typed, "A worthy opponent, Moderator. Let us dance. 😈" Satan added, "He's MINE to torment! 👿" Tonmoy, unfazed, typed:
`/Ban Lucifer Morningstar 9999 years 999 days 99 hours 99 minutes`
**Reason: "Being cringe."** The log updated:
- **Lucifer Morningstar was banned by Server Moderator.**
- **Satan, the Antichrist, and Hell's Legion have left the game.**
Chat screamed, "W-WOAH! TAKE IT EASY, MAN!" Aetherion laughed, "Even Hell bows to the banhammer!" All pulsed, "Narrative dominance achieved."
**Final Aftermath**
Tonmoy sipped coffee again. "Well, that was fun. Time to touch grass." He typed:
`/sudo$ replace "server" /// "peaceful creative mode" // execute`
Players teleported to a flower field, PvP disabled. The chat read, "Be nice, or I'll bring back the demon SFX." *Kid_who_acts_like_god_666* was stuck in Baby Parkour Mode, flailing. Steve waddled in, "Woof!" earning a T-shirt spawn. Rin strummed, "Oi, meta mate, epic server!" Aetherion added, "Edit: +40% legacy!" The Crucible pulsed, hinting at Gringo's return.