Board Thread:Story Board/@comment-26729170-20151029144242

I strike the warm stone beneath my feet. Small cracks begin to spread through the stone. I strike again. Larger deeper cracks appear. As I ready my pick I think to myself "I hope it isn't lava this time." remembering the last time I swam in the molten liquid. I bring the pick down onto the stone. It gives way. As it crumbles I get a glimpse of what is beneath. A Void. I gasp in shock as the stone begins to fall with me. As I fall I look around and see massive floating islands of stone. The sight of the islands gives me an idea. I quickly pull my Ivy Whip out of my satchel and swing it towards the nearest island. I almost instantly fly towards the stone and smack disgracefuly into the stones side. I then shimmy up the stones side and look around. I see hundreds of large and small floating stone islands, some larger islands possessing complex black ruins structures. As I stare in wonder at the strange land I had discovered I begin to remember that I am stranded on the island. With quick thinking I pull out a large pile of platforms from my bag and begin to bridge myself to the nearest island with them. I eventually reach the island and notice a strange winged humanoid black creature perched on a ledge. I slowly creep towards the creature. As I do, the beast screams loudly and calls a swarm of similar beasts to it. The beasts begins to fly around me slashing me with their long black talons. I panic as they strike and pull my Blade of Grass out. I wildly hit them causing them to attack more harshly. They continue slashing at me and me at them. Eventually they go down turning into small black fleshy bits. In pure fatigue I fall on my knees pulling a healing potion out. I begin to drink. I soon begin to feel my strength return. With my health renewed, I look around again and notice the large amount of life in this place. Strange blobs of flesh crawl on islands sides. Glowing moss grows on island tops. Those bizzare "demons" fly around cawing. "Who knew life could live down here." I say quietly to myself. After that, I begin to notice the strange swirly black ore sticking out of the island. I pull out my pick and strike it. I, in almost no time at all, deplete the vein. I then look around again and see the ore all over. Sticking out of islands. Floating by themselves. Sitting on the islands, unattached to the ground. I then, over the span of a day, collect all the surrounding ores near me. After a day of mining the Void up I pull my mirror out and warp to my home on the surface 