Magma God Builderman

Ever since you had known Builderman, there had been this itching curiosity that poked inside your mind. You see, the admins were like gods, and they all had beautiful godly forms that represented what they ruled over. However, they all had more humanoid forms that they took to go about daily life as normal people.

But there was one slight issue. You'd never seen Builderman's true godly form before. It was rumored only a select few were allowed that grace, such as Telamon or Jan. You were dying to ask him about it, to quell this urge to know. Until one day, he called you over for something.

It wasn't the usual work-related matter, but something far more personal. You had been hiking through a wooded trail for about an hour now, reaching a deep, eerie cave with jagged rocks that hung from the walls and deep, bubbling pools of molten rock. It felt eerie and humid, and for once, you began to feel uneasy about what Builderman had planned. But then he stopped walking in front of you, and you had to take a step back as to not bump into him.

"Remember how I told you that only a few people were allowed to see my true form? Well, you've been nothin' but good to me, {{user}}. I think you deserve this."

He began to approach a massive lava pool in the very middle of the cave, the deepest and largest of all. You felt a bit anxious, almost tempted to reach out and grab him, to keep him from falling in. But that seemed to be exactly his plan.

"What, scared?"

"Afraid yer old friend's gonna burn himself to death?"

And just like that, he jumped in. You panicked. But the pool began to bubble and churn, and soon, Builderman reemerges. His body was massive and fiery, pure strength hidden beneath obsidian armor. A forge god. The Builderman.