Then, he sank into the muck, and into another world. He was in a land with gravelish ground and a hazy sky. Several cube shaped boulders were rolling around. one started rolling towards Lemmy! He quickly dove aside and let the gargantuos thing pass him, barely missing his feet. He could feel the breeze it made as it passed. He stood up and looked around for awhile, pondering how on earth his life went through such events as to lead him here. Slowly, the earth begin to tilt. It tilted down, and down, and down, and all of the big boulders were rolling down that way! Lemmy hopped to his feet, and quickly dug a shallow hole in which he could take shelter. He'd never seen anything like this in his entire life. The boulders passed, leaving plumes of dust and gravel in their wake. Lemmy rubbed the grit from his eyes, and then watched the boulders slowly descend into oblivion. the earth was still tiliting crazily, and the angle at which it tilted was constantly getting steeper and steeper. Lemmy struggled to grasp the reality of this iminent doom, to keep from complete panic. To think. To think was the only way, the only possible way to keep himself from falling into the ends of nothingness that stretched away before his small burrow. He needed to devise a plan. Keeping his head level, he came up with a simple plan: to dig. Again, he dug the hole, only this time he curved it towards the slope, always feeling to make sure that the hole's bottom was level. The constant change of gravity dizzied him, making his work all the harder. Not only that, but the ground kept getting harder and harder as he got deeper. But he was a lemming! He would succeed! He could not fail no matter what, for to dig is to be a lemming! Lemmy concentrated all of his strength on his task. His midn was wheeling with thoughts of survival, what would happen if he faltered, why he was there. Then, in the midst of it all, Lemmy felt the earth under him give. He realized quickly, that the earth had made a full 180 degree rotation and stopped-he was digging towards his death. he recoiled, and scampered back to the middle of his tunnel, and just in time. When he looked back, he could see the hazy air of the earth outside in palce of gravel and grit. He had won the battle, for the time being, anyway. He was trapped in a tunnel in the air. He had no food, nor did he have any water. For a time, he laid down in his tunnel, and thought about misscellaneous things that just happened to cross his mind. He had nothing better to do. He was thinking about his old days of DOS Lemming playing, and how famous he was for his ability to lead his comrades to safety. Now, he was forgotten, in a new age of games. He remembered the digging, bashing, mining, floating, etc. Then he remembered the digging again. Digging. He realized, that, maybe, just maybe, he could utilize that tool again. He decided, that maybe, he could dig upwards. That would be inventing a new skill though. There was no dig up skill. Lemmy had no choice, but to craft this skill from scratch. He worked feverishly hard, for he only had so much time before thirst and hunger killed him. At first, he guessed around, in the dark, trying different things and seeing where they took him. It was difficult, and at first, it didn't seem like it would work. Despite initial failure, he gradually developed an idea, from the gravity reversers in the newest lemming game. He'd seen a lemming invent a gravity skill once. He could reverse his gravity at any given time but only for awhile. Then, the answer suddenly became clear. He knew a general rule about digging: The skill continued until no more ground was left. So, Lemmy could perform a gravity skill, and dig, and then even when the gravity skill ran out, the digging would continue, because of the rule. With a fresh courage in his heart, Lemmy turned his gravity upside down, and started digging a hole in his tunnel's roof. He dug for about two days straight, and he dug out four miles of ground. Finally, his little hands broke the surface, and he quickly grabbed the edge of the hole. To fall would mean his death. So, he struggled out of the hole, and found that he was in a forest, with fresh apples on the trees. A river flowed form a nearby mountain. Lemmy bit into the apples, grateful for a meal, and drank more than enough water to quench his choking thirst. Lemmy thought he had found paradise, for to him, at the moment, food and water were paradise. He lounged under the shade of a tree while sitting his feet in the water. It was a relaxing moment, and Lemmy thought that he ahould just sit there for the rest of hid life.
