Builderman
| Title | The Architect of the Core |
| Pillar | Creation & Order |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Domain | The Spawnworks |
Builderman, known in ancient times as the Architect of the Core, was the foundation. He was a humble man, a being born from the earliest server roots: the first player ID, the welcome message, the handshake when you log in. Builderman held the world together with structure, trust, and code. He did not seek to rule. He sought to maintain.
Builderman’s Domain
Builderman’s domain, the Spawnworks, was the world’s beginning. The first place built when the Core Code was young. It was a vast, peaceful land of symmetrical baseplates, gently placed bricks, and quiet scripting, untouched by chaos or decay.
At the center stood two ancient spawnpoints: one glowing gold with eternal daylight, the Sun Spawn, symbol of creation and life. The other cool and silver, always under starlight, the Moon Spawn, symbol of rest and reflection. To players, it was just a simple place. But to the Old Guard, it was sacred. Everything began there.
The Fall
When Nullscript began tearing through the world, most fought it with weapons or code. Builderman fought it by building. He didn’t raise a sword. He raised walls. He didn’t cast spells. He laid foundations.
As Nullscript corrupted maps and stripped away all, Builderman traveled across Bloxdom, manually repairing terrain, restoring deleted places, placing bricks faster than he had ever before.
In the end, he returned to the Spawnworks, where it all began. With the world breaking around him, Builderman built one last thing: a simple wooden bench, facing the sunrise between the Sun and Moon spawnpoints. He placed a small brick beside it, then a welcome sign.
When Nullscript arrived, it did not find a warrior, nor a jester, nor a mage. It found a man sitting on a bench, watching the world break apart the way it had once come together: piece by piece.
Hidden within the oldest layer of the Spawnworks, a clean baseplate still exists. On it rests a wooden bench. If a player sits long enough, a faint voice whispers:
“I was never meant to finish it.
I just wanted to leave behind enough pieces
so someone else could.
The bricks will crumble. The code will rot.
But if even one player remembers how to build,
then I was never truly gone.”