He works while you are gone. Come back to what he pulled up.
Better picks. Stronger timber. A lift, so you stop losing the climb.
Every metre pays more. So does everything that can go wrong.
Not a menu of levels. A shaft you built, that looks like the decisions you made in it. Rails. Pumps, because the water is coming. Props, because the ceiling has opinions.
Six weeks in, your mine and mine look nothing alike.
Rotten timber, and your last four hours are under forty tonnes of rock.
You hear it before you see it. Pumps cost money. So does drowning.
An open flame, a pocket of gas, a very short conversation.
The shaft is not open yet. Claim your miner's name now and it is held for you.
