Mudstone: Chp1 "Daydreams"DaydreamsMudstone: Chp1 "Daydreams"
It was morning in the tunnels. Day after day, the miners commuted from their dwellings to the central cavern, all working towards the expansion of the village and the uncovering of new metals. This was the routine, and it wasn’t unusual for children to grow up completely identical to one another. Such a community could not afford individuality. After all, not much else could be done.
There was a loud ringing that echoed through a vast cavern and down the snaking passages that sprung from it. One by one, men and women, young and old, big and small, all emerged from their own tunnels and, among them, was
Mudstone: ProloguePitch-blackness filled the cavern, barely illuminated by the faint light far ahead in the tunnel. Footsteps filled the silent shadows, the light slowly drawing closer and closer until a figure came into view, the a mining helmet nestled upon his head, headlamp alight.Mudstone: Prologue
He was a rather squat boy with a soft face and short, scruffy black hair with golden eyes that sparked with a childish naivety in the light. He wore an odd set of rugged, yet childish looking clothing with, most notably, an oversized, woollen balaclava worn on his neck and shoulders a set of large, brown goggles nestled on top of it. To top it off, he was covered he
I feel like a Snowball
Winter Downs
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