Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game

[...]

[You make your way to the opening of the mine, where the Broken-Horned Half-Dragon ceases to crawl and stands up.]

[It picks up two wooden spears from a nearby bush and hands one to you...]

[You’ve obtained a ’Sharp Wooden Spear’ (Ruined + grade weapon).]

[The Broken-Horned Half-Dragon looks menacing. It seems to be telling both you and itself that if the plan succeeds, neither of you will ever need to mine again. If the plan fails...it’s had enough of desperation anyway.]

[May the great ’Bright Stars’ bless us!]

[You echo with the same familiar words as the memories in your shell start to stir slightly...]

[Day after day of numb labor is not only your nightmare but also the nightmare of all other enslaved miners... but luckily, in this nightmare, there is still a glimmer of hope.]

[Since childhood, the elders in your tribe have taught you that mining the "Dark Sparkling Ore" is the duty bestowed upon you by the deities. Every time you successfully mine a high-quality ore, you’re one step closer to restoring the glory of your ancestors.]