(((Back online for one day only
I'm using a friend's net to post today!)))
Aaron handmade it to the ruin and was laying on a tattered bed, gazing at the moon through a hole in the ceiling. He had found a BIM case with a single working implosion BIM inside hidden under the bed. No chips or food though. He was hungry.
The ladder had been rusted away on one of the supports and Aaron had needed to climb rather skilfully just to get here. He huddled under the turn blanket. Why was it so cold of the day was so hot? What weather was this?
What was worse, he couldn't risk a fire as nobody would need to scan for him. He wasn't risking night scans either. But oddly the sonar pings had fallen silent, as if by unspoken agreement everyone was laying off for the night. Aaron amused himself with the thought that it was always cold here but the sonar pings were heating stuff up. No...
He looked at the hemispherical BIM by his side. He felt sick looking at it; it had activated to his touch. The last user of this case's BIM type was dead. How long dead?
The cold grabbed Aaron's attention again. Even if he wouldn't be hunted for lighting a fire the monsters down below were making an attempt look difficult in pretty much every way.
Aaron sighed.
Nine BIMS left...
(((Is everyone e keeping track of their BIMS? Somebody in the first group the RP follows dropped a BIM in the sand and didn't pick it up. Harker, it was one if your timers I think.)))