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Post by Three Fourteen on Jun 14, 2022 11:22:54 GMT -5
The Gizard Wasteland had often seemed like somewhere she would have no reason to visit. Only the foolhardy or the extremely strong journeyed out to this part of the West. It was notorious for it; a place where people came to test themselves against the elements. A land so harsh that no natural life flourished. Alternately baked to death during the day or frozen at night, it was its own crucible of destruction.
Now, though, it served a very useful purpose – albeit one entirely different to the norm for the martial artists and survivalists who came out here to prove their mettle. The intense heat of the region’s day and the freezing cold of its night were both equally pointless to Three Fourteen. She knew that they were within acceptable parameters, and if they had not been, it would not somehow improve her systems to be tested by them. It would only damage her and then she would need to be repaired. She was beyond such simple measures of stress-fuelled growth.
The utility of this region to her was far simpler: it provided a place which was statistically unlikely to be disturbed.
Having chosen a rocky outcropping, Three Fourteen raised her hand towards it and simply unleashed her energy. The lance of bright yellow energy clashed into the rock and began to burn at a shallow downwards angle, carving a passage comfortably wide enough for two people to walk abreast down into the earth.
Her attention was focused primarily upon the effort of construction. Whilst she understood the theory well enough, there was a vast difference between the hypotheticals and the practical measure of excavating a sizeable space. She would want it to be buried deep into the earth as well. Fighters used this place for all manner of reasons on a regular basis. It would be inconvenient to find her safehouse collapsed whilst she was away because some neanderthal had detonated a sizeable energy attack above the wasteland whilst she was away.
Now, though, it served a very useful purpose – albeit one entirely different to the norm for the martial artists and survivalists who came out here to prove their mettle. The intense heat of the region’s day and the freezing cold of its night were both equally pointless to Three Fourteen. She knew that they were within acceptable parameters, and if they had not been, it would not somehow improve her systems to be tested by them. It would only damage her and then she would need to be repaired. She was beyond such simple measures of stress-fuelled growth.
The utility of this region to her was far simpler: it provided a place which was statistically unlikely to be disturbed.
Having chosen a rocky outcropping, Three Fourteen raised her hand towards it and simply unleashed her energy. The lance of bright yellow energy clashed into the rock and began to burn at a shallow downwards angle, carving a passage comfortably wide enough for two people to walk abreast down into the earth.
Her attention was focused primarily upon the effort of construction. Whilst she understood the theory well enough, there was a vast difference between the hypotheticals and the practical measure of excavating a sizeable space. She would want it to be buried deep into the earth as well. Fighters used this place for all manner of reasons on a regular basis. It would be inconvenient to find her safehouse collapsed whilst she was away because some neanderthal had detonated a sizeable energy attack above the wasteland whilst she was away.
This meant that as the sun blazed overhead and the wasteland slowly cooked all around her, the woman was looking into the hole she was making and not – for instance – the sky.
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