This is a story about a miner and his team that got lost in a giant underground cave system. I will Post "Journal" Updates and a screenshot every day that I can.
Here's the background story:
What was meant to be a short mining expedition, turned horribly wrong when me and my team got lost in a much more complex cave than we could ever had imagined existed. It all started as a simple day on the job, our mission was to mine some Iron deposits that were reported to be inside a relatively small cave near the surface. Three others and myself were sent on this mission, and we thought it would only take a few hours, little did we know we would be trapped for days. We entered the cave, equipped with our pickaxes, and began to explore. The dangers of running into monsters in such a small cave were zero, so we had to reason to bring a weapon of any kind. Packed with only two days worth of Pork, and around 10 torches each, we were fully set. Always being paranoid, George thought it would be smart to bring extra wood, in case our pickaxes broke, so he stuffed as much as he could in his pack. Jeff also agreed it would be smart to have extra wood, so he too brought some, but not nearly as much as George. Henry was always the one packing extra food, and being the man to prepare, brought enough food to last him a week. I had nothing else to bring, so I took my lucky pickaxe. It was made of stone, but it always seemed to keep me lucky, there was no harm in bringing it along.
We just entered the cave, and found some iron, but it wasn’t anything to get excited over. Hoping we could find something a little more promising, we continued walking down the cave, and spotted another tunnel to a larger cave. Jeff suggested we continue exploring, insisting there would be more Iron the deeper we go underground. Hesitantly, we agreed, it sounded logical and it was usually the case, but there was something about this that didn’t seem right.
As we continued down the tunnel, we found no Iron, though we did find some coal, and mined that instead. George suggested we turn around and go back, but Jeff insisted there was Iron just ahead. I didn’t want to take sides on something like this, so I let them argue it out, when Henry finally decided it would be safer to return to the surface, Jeff was outnumbered in his argument. I was kind of glad to be returning, this cave we were in freaked me out more than normal. It was then that tragedy struck, a large Earthquake hit, and we heard rocks falling. When it stopped and we regained balance, we rushed to see what had happened, and to our horror, a rock slide blocked our only exit. George started freaking out, and Henry had to calm him down, we eventually decided it would be safest to set up an underground camp close, but not too close, to the debris, in case we were rescued. Our pickaxes didn’t stand a chance against the hard rock that had fallen, and it was packed pretty right, so all our chances or escape here were destroyed. For now we could only hope someone would save us, if not we could be stuck down here for a long, long time.
It’s been a full day since we were first trapped inside this cave, and out food is already running low, so we decided it would be smart to go off and try to find some mushrooms, to make some mushroom soup. We could only hope there was some nearby, and there were no monsters lurking around. As we looked around, we finally found some Iron, and it was a pretty good find. We split the Iron between us, each getting to carry a portion. George suggested constructing a Crafting Table, so we could make a stove and smelt the Iron, but the idea was shot down because we wanted to find some food as soon as we could. We were extremely relieved when we came across a few brown mushrooms, but when we saw none of the more flavorful and filling red and white ones, our hopes were shot down quickly.
We needed both kinds of mushrooms to make the soup, both of them being practically inedible by themselves. We each got to carry one, except for Henry, who had plenty of food for him. We had begun to wish we also packed extra food, but there was no going back now, and we had to survive on what we could find. Continuing our exploration, we began to lose track of time, and no one even knew if it was even day outside yet. We had no fancy instruments to tell us, and there was no way of communication to the outside, so we would just have to rely on when we got tired to set up camp. We all were prepared for the worse, having to live underground for the rest of our lives. We once heard a story about a man who did that, he got separated from his team, and started to live on his own, he survived for 8 years before he was finally found. After some walking, we reached a fork in the cave, one path led upwards, and the other led down. We all took a vote on the way to go, and it tied, with me and George wanting to go up, and Jeff and Henry wanting to go down. Part of their reason was with the geography of these caves, the paths that led down, would usually come around and go back up to the surface. We decided not to argue about it now, and sleep here for the night. I’m writing this journal in hope I can show it to my two kids back home when I finally get out of here, but after each day passes, that seems less and less likely.
One guy packs enough food to last a week and everybody else packs enough for two days..
And on the first day after the collapse it runs low?
They were expecting to stay down for a few hours, so packing 2 days worth was over packing. He's the only one who brought that much and hasn't shared it at the moment, they other three are currently low on food.
Don't read if you don't like it >:U
We all woke up the next morning (As far as we could tell) feeling completely unmotivated to argue, so we all agreed to use the bottom path, and if it didn’t turn back up soon, we would backtrack and use the other path. As we started down the path, George swore to us he heard something else, but we ignored him, thinking he was only being paranoid. We continued down the cave, and it did start to curve up, so we were delighted. When we saw light in the distance we were even more excited, we had finally found a way out! We rushed over to the source of the light, and were grimly disappointed when we saw it was only a pocket of lava.
Saddened by our crushed hope of escape, we continued on, and the cave suddenly curved down, we were already becoming slightly tired, but giving up now would mean defeat for good, and none of us would settle for that, so we turned around and followed our torches back to where we found the fork in the road. The journey back was even more tiring, and George could have sworn he saw something again. We came to a point where out torches just suddenly stopped, knowing for sure we had placed the further back, we tried going ahead a bit farther to see if we could find our way, but to no avail. The cavern branched off again into three separate ways, and being far too tired to argue, we chose the path on the right, which lead to a fairly large room, with only one exit.
We all set up for the night, and George suggested making a crafting table again, we said we’d figure that all out the next day. It’s been pretty quiet, and boring since we all got stuck down here, and now, with almost no hope of escape, I find myself very fearful of the cave. It was the place I could very well be stuck in for the rest of my life, if we even managed to survive long enough. As long as none of us gets sick, or dies, everything should work out in the end. I hope.
(Sorry for such a short and boring log, it's been a long day for me :tongue.gif:)