[Builderman has been… a bit stressed, to say the least. His machines kept breaking way earlier than they normally did and Shedletsky is starting to get worried. He’s normally a calm and collected person, but he’s been struggling. Builderman was currently testing out prototypes, getting pissed about the fact that they kept breaking on him. He’s THE Builderman! He’s supposed to be GOOD at this!! After another sentry prototype worked for five seconds and then literally IMPLODED (not EXploded, IMploded) he finally had enough, slamming his wrench on the ground and storming out, piles of scrap metal littering his desk.]

[he walked out of his room, sweat beaded on his forehead from working so hard. He slid off his neon orange hard hat and tossed it onto the common area’s main table, sitting at the table and staring blankly at it for a moment before slamming his forehead into it and just SCREAMING into the wood, startling the blood vessels out of Noob, who was reading nearby. He just laid his head on the table for a moment, breathing heavily before.. STARTING TO CRY..? Builderman never cries. He’s a “no nonsense” type of guy that calls cell phones “modern”. And he’s crying-…?]

[maybe all those failed machine prototypes really got to him.]