Still digging toward the sky, and toward the east, to the big mountains. Not a lot to talk about when it comes to digging. Dig, clear stone, dig, clear stone.
I wonder if my friends think I’m dead.
It’s been at least 247 days since I was on the galaxy net, sending anyone any bad jokes or making fun of their clothes or laughing about things that had happened.
I hope they don’t think I’m mad at them.
…unless they’re not even looking for me. Then maybe I’m mad at them.
One of the interesting aspects of the lime gelatin from hell that I described yesterday is that the duckens are totally unphased by them, and they don’t care about the duckens either. I can walk into a room totally filled with duckens and find a giant cube o monster inside and the duckens don’t even seem to notice.
But come to think of it, they don’t seem to care about the zombies or the giraffe-corgis or the skeletons either.
I guess that’s why they’ve all been able to survive together?
Oh hey, I haven’t mentioned the goo monster yet!
OK, here’s want I want you to picture: hospital gelatin. Lime flavored. But for some reason because it’s the medical center the lighting is off so it doesn’t look like an appealing green. It looks like the green of the hallway walls, or the green of a dying plant.
If you’ve gotten to baby-poop green, back up, it’s not that brownish.
Now make it perfectly cubical. And two meters tall. And give it giant eyes and a big squishy maw that makes you wonder how it chews.
You know when it’s around because there’s this sickening “splort” sound when it hops. It would remind you of an undead axe murderer crossing a swamp at midnight in an ancient movie reel. The noise that makes the stupid teens go investigate and the audience go drop another dollar for a barf bag because carnage is about to ensue.
The only way this thing is a result of terraforming is if someone dropped their lunch into the payload before it was launched.
Slice a hunk off, and after a short pause, that hunk becomes another just like its bigger parent.
So far the only way I’ve found to defeat it is to beat it with a sword until it’s small enough I can squash it with my boots.
Thank heavens it doesn’t appear to be caustic or I would be out of boots.
One upside to being attacked by a giant cafeteria dessert is that the green goo it leaves behind seems amazingly springy. It bounces, is what I’m saying.
There’s got to be a use for it, other than ruining my day. I just have to find it.
To heck with this. I’ve got almost an entire wooden chest of glass supplies. That’s enough to hold me for a while. I’m tired of sunburn. I’m tired of being wet. I’m tired of squids. I’m tired of sand wearing away at my feet. I’m tired of the furnaces roaring and the stink and the zombies.
I’m going back underground tomorrow. This topside life is for the birds.
Spent most of the morning scooping some pretty deep sand.
Sometime around noonish one of the water squids decided it loved me, and spent an inordinate amount of time slapping me around underwater.
Spent the rest of the day coughing up water in the comfort of my bed. Because nobody should have to put up with that crap.
Maybe I’ll use all these bricks to build something I can hit squid with.