(( So many nice stories in here I want to try one too ))
On one night, much like any other. Continuous sound of pickaxe echoes as one forager is working perhaps a bit too long into the night. Her goals are yet again set slightly too high compared to reality and so she keeps working and working, one swing of a pickaxe at time.
As the night advances she has trouble to keep her eyes open and wouldn't you guess that's when the raw material source starts to go unstable. Such rush of emotions makes her jump far down into the sand pit and to wait for the unavoidable exposion
...
As the explosion rumbled the ground, something else fell too
"Cherkin the forager killer! It must have attacked me right as I jumped. It took the full force of the raw material sources explosion"
...
"I'll finish just this node and then it must be time to get some sleep"
(( I forgot it wasnt night in the picture but I wrote the story already :D ))
On one night, much like any other. Continuous sound of pickaxe echoes as one forager is working perhaps a bit too long into the night. Her goals are yet again set slightly too high compared to reality and so she keeps working and working, one swing of a pickaxe at time.
As the night advances she has trouble to keep her eyes open and wouldn't you guess that's when the raw material source starts to go unstable. Such rush of emotions makes her jump far down into the sand pit and to wait for the unavoidable exposion
...
As the explosion rumbled the ground, something else fell too
"Cherkin the forager killer! It must have attacked me right as I jumped. It took the full force of the raw material sources explosion"
...
"I'll finish just this node and then it must be time to get some sleep"
(( I forgot it wasnt night in the picture but I wrote the story already :D ))