Published May 24th, 2016, 5/24/16 5:35 pm
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As I was exploring in the mountain ranges I found an abandoned village that had been attacked recently. While I was wandering I slipped on some paper which intrigued me. It was a diary entry of some kind written in the native tounge. I deciphered it and it said this.
"3 years. 3 years down here. The damp, the hot, and the dust will all get to you. Our lives were lowered into the west cavern by our savior, the one with the orbs. He dug the shaft under our chapel and provided the technology to live. The police are valued below our elusive governing division, the Sovns. The police carry out torture and executions. Civilians are below them. They are slaves in a living death. The higher class civilians are the blacksmith, the farmer, and the shop owner. All the civilians sleep in the three family groups. All other civilians mine deeper and deeper. The farmer grows Honbers, an underground mushroom that loves the climate. More foods are the Slug Patte and Melon, both found in the shop. Our currency is Por. One workday is equal to 17 Por. For whoever stumbles upon this page, DO NOT COME DOWN. For the plague has come, and the sky beings shall perish as it is said in the log of the Orbs."
Quite interesting if I may say so myself. Despite the warning I shall set off tomorrow to explore this subterranean city.
"3 years. 3 years down here. The damp, the hot, and the dust will all get to you. Our lives were lowered into the west cavern by our savior, the one with the orbs. He dug the shaft under our chapel and provided the technology to live. The police are valued below our elusive governing division, the Sovns. The police carry out torture and executions. Civilians are below them. They are slaves in a living death. The higher class civilians are the blacksmith, the farmer, and the shop owner. All the civilians sleep in the three family groups. All other civilians mine deeper and deeper. The farmer grows Honbers, an underground mushroom that loves the climate. More foods are the Slug Patte and Melon, both found in the shop. Our currency is Por. One workday is equal to 17 Por. For whoever stumbles upon this page, DO NOT COME DOWN. For the plague has come, and the sky beings shall perish as it is said in the log of the Orbs."
Quite interesting if I may say so myself. Despite the warning I shall set off tomorrow to explore this subterranean city.
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Also, great idea for the overall story