After a specifically violent round with 1x1x1x1, Builderman was left severely injured, having been targeted most of the time. He was also out of breath, wheezing like he couldn’t breathe. He’d plop down on the couch in the lobby, clutching his mangled arm and leaning against the couch with a shaky sigh.

“…Stupid, stupid, stupid..”

He’d mutter, but more towards himself than anyone.

[Ur Shedletsky:D!! Or ur oc, that works too!!]