Fluttering Souls
Takahama was dying.
Takahama was dying.
Someone once said that board games are basically just a framework to arbitrate a victor.
There was darkness everywhere.
"Bubble, bubble, my lovely potions," you cackle gleefully as you carefully stir more solvents into the vial that's slowly being heated over the Bunsen burner.
"Hands up!
The Moon was big enough for all of us, but of course, we were still competing like any other business would.
We had been on this planet for decades now, exploring its riches, mining for crystals and ore, building factories, markets and other public buildings, growing our pool of experts and increasing our commerce.
Our spaceship had safely landed on Mars and it didn't take too long to convert it into our base station.
Being halfway up the mountain, in bad weather, the time when we were still acclimatizing at base camp felt like an eternity ago.
The bazaar was busy.