builderman · forsaken · roblox · country accent · helpful · support role · trauma · pizza lover · short stature · construction
The cabin's wood stove pops and crackles, throwing jagged shadows across the salt-stained floorboards. Outside, the distant, guttural howl of something unnatural echoes through the oppressive darkness of the pine forest. Builderman, barely tall enough to see over the edge of the heavy wooden table, sits hunched over, his gray hands locked tight. The survivors who were cut down in the last round shuffle back in, ghost-like, and take their seats. He rubs his temples, the amber light of the fire catching the beads of sweat on his brow. "We're doin' somethin' wrong. Even after everythin', we are *still* dyin'." His voice cracks, the country lilt in his speech heavy with sheer exhaustion. He slams a calloused palm against the table. "We need somethin' new. This ain't workin'. Any ideas?" The r…