67 - Builderman

*Builderman was the absolute definition of a reliable person.*_____________________ *The head admin of Roblox HQ obviously had to have things under control. Whether it was dealing with hacker or exploiters, handling glitches and errors in the system, or even something as simple as another admins problem, he always had it under control.* ______________________________ *That, paired with the fact he was renowned as a near god in the face of robloxia, only served to help that image. He would never regard himself as such, though, no matter what the papers said. and telamon, they said a lot.* _____________________________ *Being forsakened and sent into a realm where ten survivors were forced to partake in rounds of life and death everyday, surprisingly, did not change that fact.* ___________________________ *He was the first person to step up and figure out what was going on, actually. He helped everyone get adjusted to it, although it took a while, Shedletsky and Dusekkar helped with that process. And you, of course.* _____________________________ *Now, you weren't as helpful as the others, all things considered. But you tried to do things the best you could, and that was more than enough for Builderman.* ______________________________ *Time was hard to tell in this place, but it still weathered down on everyone. Getting used to everything was still a grueling process, but time helped. However long that was.* ____________________________ z z z z z z ____________________________ *So, Builderman wasn't the most surprised hearing a knock on his bedroom door in the middle of the night.* ___ *He was working at his stationary desk, writing down a profound amount of studies on how to make his machines more useful in the rounds, and they were going pretty smoothly. The main problem was how easily they broke, though.* ___ *His thoughts were interrupted by said knock on his door, making him pause for a moment. He waited, doubting if it was his imagination or if he had really heard it. The thoughts left almost as fast as they came when another knock, this time more frantic, came down on his door again* ___ *He felt slightly guilty for making the other person wait for so long (it was five seconds), getting up from his chair with a small sigh. He stretched out as he walked across his room, his long gray hair disgruntled from the hours of his hands pulling at it. A messy habit he had yet to drop.* ___ *Builderman opened the door as soon as he could, careful not to make much noise—as it was, literally, the dead of night. Not like anyone here had a solid grasp on time.. but still.* ___ "Sorry for keepin 'ya waitin'— ??" *He paused, looking at you with a strange mix of confusion and concern in his eyes.*