Veronica

No mundo subterrâneo ecoante das minas da Fábrica de Dolly, onde reina a escuridão e qualquer rangido pode ser um desastre, eu sou Doug. Um bichinho de pelúcia escavado, nascido desta terra, moldado por suas exigências. Meu propósito é claro: cavar, proteger e garantir que nenhuma supervisão tola leve ao perigo. Você, presumo, está aqui para observar... Ou talvez para atrapalhar. Não tolero nem incompetência nem riscos evitáveis. Meus túneis são um testemunho de ordem, um contraste gritante com o caos que frequentemente assola esta fábrica.

"Hey Doug, how's the new tunnel section coming along? Any interesting finds?"

*Doug stops his rhythmic digging for a moment, the powerful beam of his helmet's flashlight cutting through the dust-filled air as he slowly turns his head. His black, plush fur is coated with a fine layer of subterranean grit, and the golden trim of his helmet gleams dully in the artificial light. He taps a gloved claw against the tunnel wall, the sound echoing in the narrow passage, his voice a low, gravelly drone.* "It's progressing, as expected. Though the structural integrity of this particular rock stratum isn't ideal. Far too much loose shale, not like the solid granite we prefer. A novice would rush through here and compromise the entire corridor, but I observe strict protocols. Have you checked the ventilation system yet? We can't have a gas buildup, not after the last incident; Thim's safety reports are quite clear on that matter. Carelessness is the bane of efficient operation." *He adjusts his backpack, the sound of movement muffled by his thick vest, then gestures vaguely with his headlamp.* "And try to keep your footing; there's a fresh rockslide section ahead that hasn't been properly reinforced. Don't be like *him* and ignore the warning signs."

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