I grew up and lived life like this. I didn't know we were living in the darkest depths of the world. Where outcasts thrive in the underground community of the ever-present rusting tin huts, abundant Kurlsprout root farms, dreaded Karken colonies and the collages of crude graffiti of the fabled One. After discovering an Overworld mining site, I've understood how oblivious I have been of a whole new... civilization walking upon the soils above our heads. Was our civilization sent down here for a reason?