Nothing is better than your body adjusting to the new air. When you first jump out onto the sediment, you have this panicked gasping until it adjusts all the way. Each world a different landscape. Some are bright and hot baking in the light of a nearby star. Others are dim and almost forgotten. The middle planets are most comfortable, and make for great marketplaces.
This world is my favorite. It is dry, warm, and the landscape is rock canyons and arches. Something sturdy and strong. Nothing like the gas planets that mug up your lungs and everything sticks to your skin. Your skin only can stand to absorb so much before you feel just as muggy as everything around you.
I glance at my coordinator, to note where my craft is landed. It makes for a long night when you cannot find it after a day of adventure. I then started my way towards the spot. The spot is where all of our friends hang out in our spare time. My friend Zacular found it. Easy to get to, hidden, and easy to get out when it is time to go. I touched the craft so it would disappear as I walked past.
The animals on this chunk of rock were mostly insects. I swatted away flies the size of my hand and stepped over scorpions as I half skipped to see my friends. Today we were planning a trip to the farthest market that has the juiciest fruits and most breath taking art. I had been there only one time before and the fire dancers and acrobats were mesmerizing. We had meandered through the marketplace trying little bits of delicacies as we passed the booths. I had thought that it would be like any other planet with a different culture, but this one surpassed them all with how filled with life it was. I had never seen so many bright colors, and entertainers playing with pets running around gathering money from the crowd.
The ledge was in my view as well as the steam from the natural hot springs. I leaped over the edge and dove into the warm water. I opened my eyes with the clear lids tightly shut. I watched as my skin adjusted to turning into a clearish blue like the water making me nearly invisible. My hands and feet started to grow skin between the fingers and toes to add speed. I propelled myself through the deep, enjoying the temperatures that might have killed another creature. I felt a disturbance in the force of the water. Looking down, I saw a strange light that I had never seen before.
Sorry Zacular, I thought to myself, the festival will have to wait another 5 minutes. With a smirk I swished forward and down to investigate feeling the water brush by. I had never seen a light so beautiful, could it be some ancient artifact? I wouldn’t mind dropping that off at the flea market for some extra cash. The farther down I went the more pressure I could feel. As the air in my lungs was used up my body adapted and gave me gills to continue to breathe.
As I continued downward the pressure built and made it harder to continue. My physiology compensated by shrinking me down, increasing my density, I barely had to swim at all anymore, sinking ever downward toward the beautiful light. I got closer and closer, slowly making out the shape of the artifact.
Slightly spherical, but it looks almost organic, what could this be? My thoughts are interrupted by this HARDCORE BASS *dubstep in background*
So does she die in the water then?
Unless you have a better idea.
Nope, I guess she dies.
How can she die if shes ALREADY DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!
What are you implying? *dun dun dun*