You really have to wonder why they gave us guns...
Keep mining further and further along.
Careful tempting fate like that...You find that sporadically mining is not much more effective than mining in one spot. Also the echoes of the pick are starting to mess with your head. It sounds like there's too many strikes.
Status: Unharmed. Armed with a holstered six-shot revolver, fully loaded with seemingly normal bullets. Wearing a soot-covered poncho, and a backpack. Wielding a pickaxe. You have about a pound of crystal in your backpack.
This may take a while. . .
See if hitting the crystal harder produces bigger fragments.
The pick bounces off a rough patch of crystal and you stagger backwards. There is a visible crack in the crystal now but it's not much.
Status: Unharmed. Armed with a holstered six-shot revolver, fully loaded with seemingly normal bullets. Wearing a soot-covered poncho, a helmet illuminating your way and a backpack. Wielding a pickaxe. Your backpack contains a few ounces of crystals now.
Well, um...Digging commences?
You begin digging in the antechamber, breaking up the stone around a vein of crystals rather than trying to break the crystals themselves.
Status: Unharmed. Armed with a holstered six-shot revolver, fully loaded with seemingly normal bullets. Wearing a soot-covered poncho, and a backpack. Wielding a pickaxe.
look myself over, then do a short chunk of this (start at 8 min 30 s) before asking where I can get some nice things after mining. Pick up a pick axe and get to it afterwards.
Wow. Well, that was something. In fact, it was so unexpected and spontaneous you snapped the first NPC back to consciousness. After that you equip the pickaxe and take a cautious swing at the crystal. You don't really get a result.
Status: Unharmed. Armed with a holstered six-shot revolver, fully loaded with seemingly normal bullets. Wearing a soot-covered poncho, and a backpack. Wielding a pickaxe.
Jim had been a shepherd in life. Got killed in a grazing dispute with neighbors. He read James Joyce in life, but beyond that most of his interests were in the here and now: drinking, casual gambling, keeping his flock with his brothers and cousins.
Jim stares at the weird dancing skeleton. Hell seemed cheerier than he pictured it all the times he was told he'd go there. Still if he had to dance like that, he felt he'd understand the depths of eternal damnation.
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