Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141210050232/@comment-7489529-20141210054112

Bergen smiled through the pain of the hard labor. Today was the day. Being a farmer for most of his life, he knew the land inside and out. And he knew the special properties of the dirt here. The reddish-brown soil has the ability to clog up finer points of electronic equipment. His pockets had begun to bulge with dirt as the sun set, and the large slave driver fired his gun into the air.

"RIGHT-O, WORMS, BACK TO CAMP!"

Slowly, the prisoners lined up, and began to march out of the facility.