Home Away From Home
Mykhailo. Kid's name is Mykhailo. Anichka had an infant when I was last here. My God, it feels like yesterday.... seems like a good kid, and I'm obligated to keep him safe, but those Army rags on him...not sure he can be trusted yet. If he stabs us in the back anytime soon, past obligations be damned, I will kill him.....but he has a wife and kid....bah, shouldn't be thinking about this. Always gotta keep a clear head and get the job at hand done. Mykhailo leads us just outside of the village, to a cliff wall. In that cliffwall was an entrance to a mineshaft. The wood on the doorway was rotted and boarded up. It looks like it hasn't been used in decades. Maybe even centuries if possible.
"The fuck is this? It looks like no-one's been here since the Oregon trail was a thing."
"I...don't know what that is, mister."
"Wait, you speak English?"
"Da...I mean, uh, yes. It was part of my.....what's English for bazova pidhotovka?"
"English is a part of basic training?"
"I joined the military for the schooling and the money, but...not much has happened. Nothing ever does here...."
"Just death."
"Every day. It's horrible. Alot of moyi druzi have been killed by Kinetsʹ, those animals....you said you're here to help us, right? To save us from th-those demony?"
"That's the plan."
"Then you're all moyi druzi to me. Moyi druzi from when I was a child used to play around mineshafts like these. This one's been sealed for a very long time so no-one should find us here."
"Are they all sealed up like this? Isn't mining the only thing keeping Wymarcie's shitty excuse of an economy up?"
"My father was a miner until the shaft he worked at shut down. It's been a trend ever since."
"So the only thing keeping the lights on here is slowly dying. Man, this place is just sunshine and unicorn farts."
"Yes, it is a dying...uh...word for kar'yera?"
"Career."
"Yeah, a dying career. Soon all these mineshafts will be good for is a place to hide, like what we'll do."
"Well, better set up shop now. Let's go get the truck, Arnie."
"A truck? That's a...uh...."
"Vantazhivka."
"Yes, I knew that! can I go with you, mister? I've always wanted to see a vanta---I mean truck?"
"...not gonna see much, but alright. Haine's, Slade, get the boards out of the way."
Hunkering down in a derelict mineshaft....funny enough that's actually a new one...
Home Away From Home
Mykhailo. Kid's name is Mykhailo. Anichka had an infant when I was last here. My God, it feels like yesterday.... seems like a good kid, and I'm obligated to keep him safe, but those Army rags on him...not sure he can be trusted yet. If he stabs us in the back anytime soon, past obligations be damned, I will kill him.....but he has a wife and kid....bah, shouldn't be thinking about this. Always gotta keep a clear head and get the job at hand done. Mykhailo leads us just outside of the village, to a cliff wall. In that cliffwall was an entrance to a mineshaft. The wood on the doorway was rotted and boarded up. It looks like it hasn't been used in decades. Maybe even centuries if possible.
"The fuck is this? It looks like no-one's been here since the Oregon trail was a thing."
"I...don't know what that is, mister."
"Wait, you speak English?"
"Da...I mean, uh, yes. It was part of my.....what's English for bazova pidhotovka?"
"English is a part of basic training?"
"I joined the military for the schooling and the money, but...not much has happened. Nothing ever does here...."
"Just death."
"Every day. It's horrible. Alot of moyi druzi have been killed by Kinetsʹ, those animals....you said you're here to help us, right? To save us from th-those demony?"
"That's the plan."
"Then you're all moyi druzi to me. Moyi druzi from when I was a child used to play around mineshafts like these. This one's been sealed for a very long time so no-one should find us here."
"Are they all sealed up like this? Isn't mining the only thing keeping Wymarcie's shitty excuse of an economy up?"
"My father was a miner until the shaft he worked at shut down. It's been a trend ever since."
"So the only thing keeping the lights on here is slowly dying. Man, this place is just sunshine and unicorn farts."
"Yes, it is a dying...uh...word for kar'yera?"
"Career."
"Yeah, a dying career. Soon all these mineshafts will be good for is a place to hide, like what we'll do."
"Well, better set up shop now. Let's go get the truck, Arnie."
"A truck? That's a...uh...."
"Vantazhivka."
"Yes, I knew that! can I go with you, mister? I've always wanted to see a vanta---I mean truck?"
"...not gonna see much, but alright. Haine's, Slade, get the boards out of the way."
Hunkering down in a derelict mineshaft....funny enough that's actually a new one...