At night, after observing and waiting for at least two or three hours, the greenskin player I Want to Sleep Another Thousand Years—completely unaware that he had already been spotted by the camp command center—finally prepared to make his move.
Sure, nighttime seemed to be the domain of those Chaos monsters, and they became more active after dark. But the night also gave greenskins better cover, so naturally, he chose this time to sneak in.
This time, he did not plan to scout deeper into the mine. He only intended to check the outskirts, where rows of vehicles were parked—especially the area with the fully loaded trucks—to see whether any of those vehicles could still be started.
After all, he knew that some machinery from the interstellar era was incredibly badass. Plenty of equipment left sitting for decades could still function, and the greenskin players had seen quite a few examples over the past while. Maybe those specialized mining vehicles would still work too?
Although he did not have the proper license to drive large vehicles, like an A or B license or whatever, this was a game. He did not need to care about any of that!
And if one really could be started, he would just steal one and floor it toward the camp. Then he would be rich.
And if they could not be started, or if he could not figure out how to start them, then he would just find another way.
"..."
Thus, his greenskin body crept through the shadows on the outskirts of the mine ruins, hunched over like a green feral cat scavenging through a garbage heap. He cautiously darted from behind one toppled cargo container to another cluster of rusted, abandoned vehicles, sometimes even crawling and lying in wait beneath rows of