Don't just craft it, minecraft it! Then do it all over again in a different colour.

The four Great Architects are bound together by thier obsessive compulsive need to create, recreate, scrap, turn around, build it again but a tiny bit bigger, no i dont like it, oh god a giant penis just blew it all up now i will have to start again, i think i prefered that in stone... iness.

Together they will endeavour to create a whole new world. A world in which men and women can stand out under the midnight moon wearing metal pants without fear of phalic monsters exploding all over the place. A world where you can punch sheep and succeed in ripping thier clothes off in one foul, yet devilishly efficient swoop. A world in which all animals are curiously angular and respond unanimously to abuse by means of pork chop, bucket and fishing rod with the word "murp". This world is the world of the Great Architects.

Murp.

-Yeoden-
The megalomaniacal creator of all things compensatory. If its very very very large and intimidating, he built it. If you ask him how long it took, he will cry. You wouldn't make Yeoden cry would you?

"Not my wall, nooooo my beautiful wall! Damn you dickies!"
"Guys... dont hate me but.. i MIGHT have just started a forest fire. I put lava on a tree :|"
"Whackacraaaaak?"

-Rennie-
The tunneler. Ruthlessly organised to the point of anally retentive perfection. A room within a room within a room, all under ground like some creeper fearing hobbit.

"Be right back, fisting sheep."
"Wont give me milk aye? Well i have a pickaxe!"

-Trimethylxanthine-
The combat artist. Builder of the snowball trap. Weilder of the fat sword. Cooker of the pork chop. Legend has it, that before this Architect shon his countenance upon the world, there was no conflict.

"Oh shit.. i think i just set fire to your light house. Your whole lighthouse...shiiiiiiiit"