[so here you are with pick axes, though it's questionable if a.) dokja picked anything up and b.) if he can even wield anything given his hand. as the three of them make the very questionable choice about getting into these mining carts and begin ambling along the track, they will find themselves traveling in a single file line of cars and rolling along in the dark.
the cavern glows an eerie sort of red. the sound of dripping water echoes around the open caves. the mine carts squeak and rumble along the tracks, plunging them down a few slopes and around a corner. the radio crackles, but they don't have to listen to it if they don't want to.
but they should maybe listen to the sound of mining cars coming toward them? their cars can turn down different paths and separate them, or they can abandon ship and risk dropping into the dark abyss below.
unless, of course, they'd like to meet the other cars head-on?]
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the cavern glows an eerie sort of red. the sound of dripping water echoes around the open caves. the mine carts squeak and rumble along the tracks, plunging them down a few slopes and around a corner. the radio crackles, but they don't have to listen to it if they don't want to.
but they should maybe listen to the sound of mining cars coming toward them? their cars can turn down different paths and separate them, or they can abandon ship and risk dropping into the dark abyss below.
unless, of course, they'd like to meet the other cars head-on?]