Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150715003948/@comment-11163511-20150715044712

Meanwhile, Sam was on his regular nature walks as he collected samples of soil and attempt to find gems, even fossils within this underground complex. He was chipping off samples when "Damn, damn, damn!"...his flashlight died. Sam realized he had forgotten to charge it since his last use and who knew what could happen in this darkness? Just as he was trying to find his reserve batteries, something fuzzy but wet nudged on his foot with a slight whimper, which he kicked out of fear. The thing squealed, followed by snarling that got louder and louder! Uh oh, not good. He screamed and ran as fast as he could, even though he had no way of knowing which direction he was heading. Sam threw out some of his dirt viles to try and get the coyotes away and as he fled, he got tangled in a net of glow worms then tripped on a rock. He slammed his faced on a glowing mushroom, being at the mercy of those coyotes.