Because I’ve been digging out this big cavernous area, I’ve been bombarded from above. Falling skeletons, falling zombies, falling giraffe-corgis, you never know what’s going to hit the ground nearby. They are all angry, assuming they live through the fall, so I’ve taken a lot of blows this week.
Not particularly fond of that, so I’m putting a roof on as quickly as possible.
Today I pulled up 3 more fishing rods, another pair of boots (was wondering when they’d show up), some of those name-tag like thingies, some more fishing rods… oh, and some fish.
No glowing books today but I’m OK with that, because just looking at them makes me tired.
My head doesn’t hurt as much so tomorrow I’m going to go back underground and see if the noise of hitting rocks with picks is a problem.
Over the last few days I’ve “caught” more of the weird glowing books while fishing. They don’t appear to affect my sack or my body, but they do catch fire if placed on certain items like tools or weapons.
But some books appear to apply to some weapons and not others… or some tools but not others…. and one book only caught fire if I put it near my helmet, which now glows blue.
I don’t know and I’m not sure I want to know.
The bigger mystery, to me, is how did a society that clearly needed a lot of boots and a lot of saddles also happened to need a large library of water-resistant books? And what were they doing with them? They’re certainly not convenient to carry around,
I’m still getting nasty headaches and I had to make a hat with a wide brim to try to make the sun’s glare off the water not quite as horrible. So whatever I did a few days ago, I did an epic job of it.
Meanwhile, I went out to my favorite fishing spot and on my way there a skeleton shot me in the shoulder. He won’t be shooting anyone anymore, but in the meantime, that’s one more injury to account for.
Have to say I’m pretty impressed with the armor I made a while ago. The arrow penetrated it, but only so far as to give me a bad scratch. As long as the arrow isn’t poisoned I should be OK.
While fishing today I caught a saddle, and that saddle was smaller than the horse ones I’ve been finding.
But it did fit my pig.
So after everything else was done tonight I rode my pig around my paddock.
Because everyone’s got to have some fun occasionally, and the pig didn’t seem to mind.