Tried To Get Some Answers In Help Central, No Luck! Who Is This Person???
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I can't be sure who this potential treat is, i've heard rumours that he may reside in Europe. Or another continent, some may say Asia, Australlia, or even Portugal. Truth be told, no one can be sure. Not yet. I wish you all much luck on any further endeavors regarding this.
We must all ask ourselves..
Who is @secrebuild3r ?
We must all ask ourselves..
Who is @secrebuild3r ?
Sunsh1ne901
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I have also experienced such technicalities with the one they call @secrebuild3r. He most definitely has some sort of advanced gaming chair, or really sick mousepads. Or even one of those desks that go up and down, those are neat-o. Either way the search continues to find the mysterious truth of the formidable @secrebuild3r.
UPDATE: I've been doing research, and I think I am closer than ever to solving this ominous conundrum.
On the fourth of April, in the year two thousand and seventeen, I found myself within sight of a player with a red-tinted name tag. Based on that fact, I concluded this specter of sorts must be part of an enemy faction. Galavanting my way over, my eyes began to tell me lies. Closer and closer, I inspected the name, and oddly enough, it began to look like the one called @secrebuild3r. I was taken aback for a very brief wink as I began to ponder the idea of it being the individual I, and the entire world as a matter of fact, have been looking for. I decided to progress no further and take my talents to the home of knowledge: the library.
I delved into the history books, sifting through page after page after page after page after page. I went through copious amounts of books, and I was met with the pleasure of intriguing tales of faux pas. One fable disclosed the duel of one called Knogsten and the other called KeiranRitter. It was not a scuffle of commoners but one of "fire spitters" as quoted from the parchment. KeiranRitter savagely wiped the floor with Knogsten in brief yet fatal blows. "T'was a brusque whipping of child with a vine-wood made of bars". I tried to make sense of the debacle, but I failed to connect it to the overarching mystery, so I continued my search.
I wound up completing each scroll within la biblioteca and in an epigrammatic amount of time. In that precise moment, I was met by a small, chubby woman-like creature that hissed a hedonist tone. I cannot remember the exact name, but I addressed the cretin as Serp. Serp told me of her own fiasco in looking for @secrebuild3r. She offered to be my sidekick in searching for the unknown, and I accepted reluctantly. We sailed off on the seas of Ithania, and we soon hit the shore of some other continent within the world. We figured if we scavenged across the lands, we could find at least one clue. Within an instant so infinitesimal, Serp betrayed my trust and began to finagle her way out of the pact. I slayed out the serpentine fiend and continued on my journey.
Alone in a cold mountainous region, I was searching for a place to rest for a night. After countless hours, starving in the fiercely dark night,
I discovered an abandoned cabin. At at time like this, I was quite fastidious, so things were not very pleasing; however, that moment was the epitome of when not to be such, so I embraced what I had and slept out the night.
What comes next is a chilling tale that is not safe for the faint of heart. WARNING
I wake up the next morning with blurry vision. I am not int he cabin I rested in the night before. I was in a peevish state, befuddled by what lay before my eyes. There was lava all around me, and a straight, narrow path leading to a chest. In the far distance beyond the chest I spotted a figure, but the zealous pressure of the area may have distorted my sight. I sulked toward the container, and it took me seven hours to reach it due to the immense pains and constant blackouts. Once I reached the box, I placed a finger on it and I was teleported back to the cabin. All pain subsided, the time of day had not changed, but the chest was still with me. I was flabbergasted by the event, and I was flustered by the whole ordeal. Once I opened the box, what sat inside was a piece of paper reading, "mandehana asitriho any ny tenanao". I fainted on the spot.
I do not know what the words mean or how the situation even transpired, but I was shocked beyond belief. The tone of the message as acrimonious at a minimum, so I know it is not the time to fool around. Could the distant figure have been @secrebuild3r himself? Was this all a warning from the unknown person? I thought this was some insignificant child, but I could have been mistaken. In the future, I know I must not act so perfunctory as I did in the recent night. This task requires scintillating decision making and requires numerous brains to be at work when attempting to solve such a perplexing enigma.
ONE THING IS CERTAIN: I could not be further from discovering the identity of one such @secrebuild3r.
More work is needed, in due time we will find out who this person is, why he exists, and how we can destroy him permanently.
On the fourth of April, in the year two thousand and seventeen, I found myself within sight of a player with a red-tinted name tag. Based on that fact, I concluded this specter of sorts must be part of an enemy faction. Galavanting my way over, my eyes began to tell me lies. Closer and closer, I inspected the name, and oddly enough, it began to look like the one called @secrebuild3r. I was taken aback for a very brief wink as I began to ponder the idea of it being the individual I, and the entire world as a matter of fact, have been looking for. I decided to progress no further and take my talents to the home of knowledge: the library.
I delved into the history books, sifting through page after page after page after page after page. I went through copious amounts of books, and I was met with the pleasure of intriguing tales of faux pas. One fable disclosed the duel of one called Knogsten and the other called KeiranRitter. It was not a scuffle of commoners but one of "fire spitters" as quoted from the parchment. KeiranRitter savagely wiped the floor with Knogsten in brief yet fatal blows. "T'was a brusque whipping of child with a vine-wood made of bars". I tried to make sense of the debacle, but I failed to connect it to the overarching mystery, so I continued my search.
I wound up completing each scroll within la biblioteca and in an epigrammatic amount of time. In that precise moment, I was met by a small, chubby woman-like creature that hissed a hedonist tone. I cannot remember the exact name, but I addressed the cretin as Serp. Serp told me of her own fiasco in looking for @secrebuild3r. She offered to be my sidekick in searching for the unknown, and I accepted reluctantly. We sailed off on the seas of Ithania, and we soon hit the shore of some other continent within the world. We figured if we scavenged across the lands, we could find at least one clue. Within an instant so infinitesimal, Serp betrayed my trust and began to finagle her way out of the pact. I slayed out the serpentine fiend and continued on my journey.
Alone in a cold mountainous region, I was searching for a place to rest for a night. After countless hours, starving in the fiercely dark night,
I discovered an abandoned cabin. At at time like this, I was quite fastidious, so things were not very pleasing; however, that moment was the epitome of when not to be such, so I embraced what I had and slept out the night.
What comes next is a chilling tale that is not safe for the faint of heart. WARNING
I wake up the next morning with blurry vision. I am not int he cabin I rested in the night before. I was in a peevish state, befuddled by what lay before my eyes. There was lava all around me, and a straight, narrow path leading to a chest. In the far distance beyond the chest I spotted a figure, but the zealous pressure of the area may have distorted my sight. I sulked toward the container, and it took me seven hours to reach it due to the immense pains and constant blackouts. Once I reached the box, I placed a finger on it and I was teleported back to the cabin. All pain subsided, the time of day had not changed, but the chest was still with me. I was flabbergasted by the event, and I was flustered by the whole ordeal. Once I opened the box, what sat inside was a piece of paper reading, "mandehana asitriho any ny tenanao". I fainted on the spot.
I do not know what the words mean or how the situation even transpired, but I was shocked beyond belief. The tone of the message as acrimonious at a minimum, so I know it is not the time to fool around. Could the distant figure have been @secrebuild3r himself? Was this all a warning from the unknown person? I thought this was some insignificant child, but I could have been mistaken. In the future, I know I must not act so perfunctory as I did in the recent night. This task requires scintillating decision making and requires numerous brains to be at work when attempting to solve such a perplexing enigma.
ONE THING IS CERTAIN: I could not be further from discovering the identity of one such @secrebuild3r.
More work is needed, in due time we will find out who this person is, why he exists, and how we can destroy him permanently.
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