BitFall

Jack sits on the lip of a manhole, a lone miner peering into the murky depths. These nightly delves tend to begin with this priming of the senses: breath held, eyes closed, questing out for any sign of danger.  Jack can't ever hear the bats from up here, but they've gone down enough times to know what lies waiting in the shadows of The Shaft.  With a start, Jack mounts the trusty Drill-Pick, a jur…