Shortly after a round, the survivors were all assigned a ‘Ultimate’ by The Spectre. While skeptical, no one of them thought much about it.

Shedletsky woke up in the morning, yawning and stretching before glancing around his room.

. . .

Hey! His sword was gone!

Shedletsky shot up, eyes wide. Uh oh. That’s not a good sign. Upon looking around a bit more, he quickly realized that Builderman was gone too.

… surely he’d just gone to make his morning coffee… right?

Shedletsky got to his feet, exiting his and Builderman cabin and making a b-line for Dusekkar and Taph’s.

Without knocking, he slammed open the door, startling the two awake.

“GUYS!!! You’ve GOTTA help me!! Buildermansgonemysword’sgoneandidunnowhattodoooo!! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!! You’ve GOTTA!! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!”

Taph and Dusekkar glanced at each other as Shedletsky babbled on, Taph holding his plushie of Builderman before signing mutely ‘is he ok’ to Dusekkar in sign language, who just gave him a tired look and shrugged in response.