“Quarries spread in all directions as if the diggers are frenzied chasing after ores and gems because only rough boulders lay strewn abandoned. Rubble and loose stones occasionally spill down a deep shaft of carved stairs. On one level, a proficient tracker could detect a passage with footprints from a single entity that travelled in and out of a cubbyhole. A careful observer would reveal a leather backpack, and in its contents are few writing implements, and a book--a diary!”
-- Diggy, scout of the 35th Expedition.
Introduction. A Miner’s Journey
Sanctume, a miner: It no matter how I got me-self in this. What matter best, is what I do aboot it. I have an idea, and it best be heard. You lots gab much but nooo action!
GPeter, the smith: But the enemies are upon us. We are doomed!
GPeter, the miner: Umm. Fellas, this lever is useless. No one connected it.
Imic, the administrator: The requisition is incomplete because the engineer did not specify the complete circuit. Not my job. *proceeds to count cloth threads*
Quasar, a spearfarmer: *continues to stab dirt*
Josephus, a trader: I will open the north lock to gain access to the trade depot. The south lock should hold off any invaders, so there is no danger to us.
Species Unknown, the axecutioner: That maybe, but I can handle them all. My war dogs are up there and should protect the pasture.
Kametec, a potter: *continues to collect clay*
Faker Fangirl, a glassmaker: Anyone have spare bag? I need bags for sand. I must collect more sand.
FishboyLiam, a fisher: What about my fishing spot!
Freshcannon, a bone carver: Oh noes, my bone farm animals!
Some depressed peasant: I’m so lonely. I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to drink.
Amanita, a miner: Frack! Who drank the last booze? We have no more booze!
*panics ensues*
Sanctume, a miner: Git yer heads out of yer arses. There’s no reason for panic. A lil bit of arganizin’ and we will get this done.
Imic, the administrator: Thank you for stepping up Sanctume. Let the record show Shattefate has a new overseer for the duration year 253.
*cheers*
*cries*
*panic*
Sanctume, the overseer: *shakes his head*
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