Holy Crap, this is alive again. After months of silence, I finally revisit my old friends, these precious stories. All within the week of my birthday too. Fun, that.

Anyway, back at this with minimal delay so we all have some fun. Let's get right to it.

The Vote, was

Spoiler: This Guy Right Here

[X] Illegible Writing Marks the Wall

And let's see where this all goes, shall we?

With barely a moments pause, you decided to go to the bottom floor, where the sign had been scratched out with some kind of markings instead.

It really was barely a choice, it just made the most sense to both start from the bottom and work your way up, as well as investigating the obvious signs of intervention as opposed to the others.

Plus, the sense of adventure was just screaming at you to investigate the scariest thing there was in this abandoned mine shaft. Some would call this a mistake of self-preservation, but you just called it resigning yourself to possible pain now instead of later.

Let it never be said you couldn't detect patterns in current life.

So it was with a chagrin smile that you pulled the lever and let the old equipment carry you into the depths.

The ride itself was shockingly smooth, which alone let you know that this mine wasn't nearly as abandoned as it was supposed to be. Machinery, especially pulley system like elevators and lamp lights required constant upkeep to keep in serviceable condition, not even mentioning chances of parts wearing out or ceasing completely to function after left alone.

And you were proven right on the money when you started to hear voices as you went lower and lower.

"...Sure this the right piece?"

"Of course I am, now less questions more working!"

"Alright, alright, what stuck to you and died..."

You were able to make out before the elevator stopped off, leaving you to see who was talking.

Ah, fuck your abysmal luck.

They were Yeti's.

Just as you saw them, they looked back and saw you, stopping just as well in the middle of constructing what was obviously some kind of drill-tipped submarine.

"Oh, Bugger." The one off to the side with a pith helmet said.

Honestly, you agreed.

CHOICE: CHOOSE 1 OF THE BELOW

[] Go Back Up to [Insert Floor Here]: This Isn't Your Problem, Not if You Say Anything About It

[] ...Hi?: Maybe They're Friendly?

[] JACKBOTS ATTACK!: You've Know The Drill!

[] SCIENCE OPTION: ...You Want Some Help With That? That Drill Looks REALLY Unstable

END OF CHOICE

And now we're back in the saddle. There are so many ways this can go as well.