The Great Wanamingo Mine
Nov. 12th, 2010 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
findthegeckSativa hasn't survived in the Wastes this long without using her brain every so often. That said, even she is prone to lapses in judgment.
Her first mistake in this case was agreeing to buy the deed to Mayor Ascorti's mine, but the prospect of selling it back to him at double the cost seemed to good to pass up. All they had to do was clear out the infestation of Wanamingos the mine had been named after.
Another mistake was not finding out beforehand what a Wanamingo was. But them again, it couldn't be worse than anything else she and her friends had taken on, right?
The next mistake was taking the elevator down into the dimly-lit mining tunnels and stumbling directly into the nest. Steeping on one of the eggs, getting shell fragments and green slime all over her boot, certainly didn't help.
When they noticed the flesh-like goo coating the walls, they really should have turned back right then.
And on seeing one of these things, with it's hardened jet-black carapace, long whip-like appendages, a body that seemed to consist entirely of a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, and a way of sensing your presence with the need for anything like eyes, with a predatory hissing echoed by its friends in other parts of the tunnel, with weapons they had, the worst thing they could possibly do was shoot at it.
Here's what they did. Are you ready for this shocking development?
They shot at it.
Her first mistake in this case was agreeing to buy the deed to Mayor Ascorti's mine, but the prospect of selling it back to him at double the cost seemed to good to pass up. All they had to do was clear out the infestation of Wanamingos the mine had been named after.
Another mistake was not finding out beforehand what a Wanamingo was. But them again, it couldn't be worse than anything else she and her friends had taken on, right?
The next mistake was taking the elevator down into the dimly-lit mining tunnels and stumbling directly into the nest. Steeping on one of the eggs, getting shell fragments and green slime all over her boot, certainly didn't help.
When they noticed the flesh-like goo coating the walls, they really should have turned back right then.
And on seeing one of these things, with it's hardened jet-black carapace, long whip-like appendages, a body that seemed to consist entirely of a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, and a way of sensing your presence with the need for anything like eyes, with a predatory hissing echoed by its friends in other parts of the tunnel, with weapons they had, the worst thing they could possibly do was shoot at it.
Here's what they did. Are you ready for this shocking development?
They shot at it.
