Crew Mate's Fantasy

...I occasionally thought of the hills as barriers that kept things out, but they now resemble prison walls. The massive blocks of stone of this Quarry keep me trapped in this place.

And I feel like an Originium Slug or a strange critter crawling about the corner of this great prison —

I spend my day chipping and gnawing at the massive blocks of stone, and then... And then there is nothing much else to say, really.

I'll just chip and gnaw till all my teeth grind down to nothing. Then I'll keep chipping and gnawing till my bones grind down to dust. This is just a big ol' grinder.

Come to think of it, maybe it's a good thing that the Quarry is shutting down.