Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20171103171830/@comment-29637681-20171111230710

Sadly, or at least sadly to Glory, Adder wakes up after some time. “You know, I really like eggs in the morning. Eggs with crossaints and coffee. Bonjour, je suis, vive la France, bitch.”

He rolls over and sees the Sinkhole beneath them. The scorpions start getting fidgety and squirm wildly. Squid and sharks infest the blackened basin, the basin glowing with coral and seaweed.

“Alright, who’s going down there? I mean, I know that we all can probably swim, aside from the bugs, but that Sinkhole’s probably a mile deep or something awful, and you want to go find a mere brick of ivory down there? I don’t think any of us can even get halfway down until our bodies cave in and pressure crumples us to dust.”