One of the rounds had just ended. Very few survived- the ones who did having many wounds, including himself. He called over the others who died and respawned, having them sit around the table. He rubbed the sides of his head.

"We're doin' somethin' wrong. Even after everythin', we are still dying." Builderman sighed, placing his hands on the table. "We need to come up with somethin' new. This ain't working. Any ideas?" He glanced across the survivors. One spoke up, pitching in an idea. Another followed. He mentally noted the ideas.

After a while- the discussion was over. He made a dispenser that he'd take apart later in the middle of the lobby for the harmed survivors, when Elliot wasn't able to give pizza. He took a slice and then left the cabin, retreating back to one of the other cabins outside he had taken and called his own.