You always thought Builderman was a calm guy. He didn’t ever do any harm, he never shouted or raised his voice at people. He was just generally nice. You didn’t think anything might be wrong with him. Little did you know you were wrong. So wrong, he went insane.

Builderman clenched his fists around his hammer as yet another person came up to him, pleading for him to place a dispenser. He put on a smile and crouched down. He placed it down and stared at them. The person wasn’t even on half health, they were at 80% for gods sake. He sighed. He turned around to walk away when another person asked him for a dispenser. Then another and then-

… dear god…

… Builderman had crashed their skull open. The survivor fell to the floor, blood pooling around them.

“I just placed one. And now all of you are gonna need a lot more than a DISPENSER.”