Two hours into the mining and I barely had four fist-sized crystallised stones to show for it. I'm definitely getting that lashing.
Well, others' luck was no better, either. Cameron got about a bucketful of crystallised stones, and that made him pant like a dying man. He was resting next to his trolley now, breathing heavily.
303, the insane man, was still at it, and his collection wasn't that far off from Cameron either. I reckoned he would beat the former accountant just with the intensity of his work.
They would probably make it if they worked an extra two hours. Well, it was allowed, though I wasn't sure if their body would allow that.
Anyway, it was obviously the worst for me. With just one hand, I wasn't capable of producing the strength required to pick for a longer period of time. So I dedicated myself to using the most potent weapon in my arsenal. My head.
No, I wasn't going to ram my head against the stonewalls. I'm not that stupid.