Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20190712052146

You wake in a pool of warm black sludge, deep down, at the bottom of a chasm.

Sunlight shines faintly here, so far below the edges, but it is certainly enough to see.

Various creatures make their home here, thier bodies thickly coated with the dense, mucousy slime.

One such being flies overhead, the black-stained beathers wet and glistening in the faint light of dawn.

She alights not far from your current position, in a large hole carved into the cliff face.

Hundreds of these, or perhaps thousands, dot the gorge, eternally oozing the viscous slurry which collects at the bottom, forming a sort of black mud.

The more solid stuff beneath is often harvested be foreigners for their machinery, you being one of the few to be left behind in the supposedly energy-rich earth blood.

The winged one calls out, and she motions for you to join her. 