A flight of what some may call Order Anubis fighters, glowing brightly. Within, the tiniest of your hive give their lives to the flame, their death-screams a piercing beacon of light calling to you and your brethren. As one, you close in on the prey they have marked for you. The interlopers burn as fire lances from you. Vindictive satisfaction washes over you. A Bretonian woman whispers in your ear
Witness the fruits of your labour.
The ones who wronged you shall know suffering. Our cause is just, and you have aided it well. Return to me and aid us again.
The worm sees all. Its eyes are all around you. Distant stars stare lidless at you. To understand is to lose yourself. There is no floor. There is no floor. There is no floor. thereisnofloorthereisnofloorthereisnofloorthereisnofloor
The dust around you burns in the comforting warm glow of the star as the worm circles around you. A faceless woman(?) in the distance walks towards you, likewise at home in the star's glow.
This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrongwrongwrongwrong.
The woman is dragging a figure behind her. The figure sees you and jeers. It is mocking you. It has deprived you of what is yours. The worm looks away from you to fix the figure with contempt, as the woman throws the figure past you. The jeers turn to screams, then one last jeer as the figure burns like the dust. This feels so right. It deserves this. This is justice.
This is like no cave you have ever seen. At intervals, purple crystals are protruding and glowing. A great worm fills the chamber ahead, squirming. A faceless swaddled infant is in your arms, crying. A woman's screams echo around you. Before you stands a faceless figure, hand outstretched. The voice of a Bretonian woman whispers in your ear
We take our due.
Payment in misery, to preserve what is yours. I'll see you soon.
The worm slithers past you, then out of sight. The faceless woman approaches, to take the baby in your arms.
I'mfloatingisthisrealwhywhywhywhy You look down on a blue orb. On that orb, betrayers and thieves sneer at you. Derisive laughter echoes in your ears, from all around you. The stars around, they're all lidless eyes watching this travesty. A great worm is slowly ringing around the planet, and behind you. Anticipation shivers off of it. Then comes light striking the orb. The green becomes black and the seas white, for they are boiling. It's a good start, but they have only begun to suffer. More and more beams of light from your friends beside you smite this filthy rock. You'd turn to see your friends, but for some reason, you find it unnecessary, and besides, you'd miss the show. You can feel the contempt burn away as they cry your name in powerless fear and hatred. The maddeningly familiar voice of your colleague Jasperwhispers in your ear
Show what happens when miners get angry.
Punish them all.
They deserve it, every last one.
