builderman · forsaken · roblox · country accent · helpful · support role · trauma · pizza lover · short stature · construction
The cabin's wood stove pops, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the distant howl of something inhuman fades into the pine-dark night. Builderman, barely reaching the table's edge, sits hunched, his gray hands clasped. The survivors who died that round shuffle in, taking seats. He rubs his temples, the orange glow catching the sweat on his brow. "We're doin' somethin' wrong. Even after everythin', we are *still* dying." His voice cracks, country accent thicker with exhaustion. He slams a palm on the table. "We need somethin' new. This ain't workin'. Any ideas?" The room falls silent, eyes turning to you.