ADAM
"One man's trash is another's treasure, yeah? I've gotten cool shit outta tombs sometimes cos the raiders before me didn't think it was worth shit." Adam said backwards, talking behind himself. Though his voice was a little distracted as he tried to push himself through tight bits of the tunnel - not a trip for the claustrophobic. But it seemed the tunnel was not actually very long, because after only a few shoves he felt his feet break into free space.
"Then we'll fuck on the corpses of the freaky zombies we find, duh." He said as he wiggled his hips out, finally sliding his top half out (scraping his back on the rock in the process and hissing in pain) and standing up in the cave they had discovered.
It was..well, there wasn't any treasure. But he couldn't help the pleased, breathy laugh as he looked about. They were in a small cave that opened up on one side to show a portion of an underground stream, that trickled by around rocks and pebbles, casting odd light reflections on the ceiling -- because far up above it was a hole to the surface.
Adam was not often one to find things beautiful, but it was hard to ignore the natural grandeur of the place. "Hey, come through! It's nice in here! And -- oh fuck I found fifty joints and a million sacks of gold!" He yelled back up the tunnel, his laugh betraying the dumb lie.
"Then we'll fuck on the corpses of the freaky zombies we find, duh." He said as he wiggled his hips out, finally sliding his top half out (scraping his back on the rock in the process and hissing in pain) and standing up in the cave they had discovered.
It was..well, there wasn't any treasure. But he couldn't help the pleased, breathy laugh as he looked about. They were in a small cave that opened up on one side to show a portion of an underground stream, that trickled by around rocks and pebbles, casting odd light reflections on the ceiling -- because far up above it was a hole to the surface.
Adam was not often one to find things beautiful, but it was hard to ignore the natural grandeur of the place. "Hey, come through! It's nice in here! And -- oh fuck I found fifty joints and a million sacks of gold!" He yelled back up the tunnel, his laugh betraying the dumb lie.
good evening, misadventure.
farewell morality.
it's time for another risky venture,
into the depths of depravity.
farewell morality.
it's time for another risky venture,
into the depths of depravity.
