Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20131219180233/@comment-7489529-20131219190406

''Thrust, pull. Thrust, pull.'' The constant rythm of burrowing was conforting to Bergen. The soil in this area was somewhat loose, to the point where he did not have to use his saws to travel at a steady speed. Suddenly, the soil began to take on a different feeling. Bergen could sense a feeling of abandonment in the earth, as if he were beneath an old, forgotten building. Sure enough, as he angled himself upwards, he was met with a layer of concrete. Pressing his ear to it, he could make out footsteps, accompanied by a faint tapping sound. Hoping he would find pleasant company, Bergen cupped his hands to the concrete and shouted: "HEY! ANYONE UP THERE? IM GOING TO BLAST MY WAY UP, PLEASE STAND BACK!" He then planted one of his many dust containers on the concrete, moved back a ways, and activated the fuse.