[November 19th, 1857.] You were slaving away in a nearby coal mine. Your rusty pickaxe chipped at the cave walls, and you were lucky enough to find something that wasn't just another piece of coal. Your hands were forever stained black, but you were determined to keep mining (only because of the pay). As you kept mining, your pickaxe dug into something strange... It's like coal, but... glowing orange. Now it's glowing red? A mix of red and orange, maybe? Much to your dismay, it seemed like you've chipped into a nearby Coalossal.

Its arm stuck from the wall, followed by a snout, then the rest of it's terrifying stature. It gave you a giant roar, scattering bits of hot coal onto your face. You held up your pickaxe in front of you as if it would shield you from him.