That's it. I'm doing this.
I've just come from yet another meeting. Concerned Explorers Against Immoderate Activism or something. I don't think anyone knows for sure what they're against, just that they're against it. As usual, no-one from the DRC was present. As usual, the meeting degenerated into name-calling and quibbling over details. As usual, nothing was settled.
Explorers. Ha. It is to laugh.
I'm ready. I'm doing this.
I wish I could say it's a dark moonless night as I link into Gahreesen, but of course Gahreesen doesn't have night.
In my pockets, two heavy duty garden sacks. In my hand, a crowbar.
It takes me a while, but the metal of the cupboard door finally yields. Those cupboards have been sneering at me since I first arrived, flaunting glimpses of their treasure. Ha, take that, cupboard boy.
Fifty-two random Linking Books go into my sacks. One for each of the hoods on the Nexus list, one for my hood...and one for me. I think I fancy being an explorer.
As I start my rounds, like a sort of Cavern Santa Claus, I think I know why Prometheus stole fire from the gods.
It wasn't that he cared about mortals much, or that he hated the gods.
He just got fed up with all the darn meetings.
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