Well, there are definitely people of some sort here.
I walked out my front door this morning and got jumped by four people wearing masks and carrying axes. I managed to slip out of their grasp and get far enough away that I could pick them off with my bow. Apparently they’re no better at making armor than the zombies are.
I would have gladly given them some of the leather shoes I’ve found in the river and the bay if they’d asked. But no, they wanted to murder me.
They’re gone now, so I guess I’m the murderer?
Obviously, it’s not the first time I’ve killed something human-shaped, since all the zombies and skeletons are human-shaped. But it is the first time I’ve killed anyone who seemed sentient or intelligent. And it’s got me a bit shaken up.
I’ve taken a lot of trees down in this area that I’m landscaping, and I’m trying to figure out the best way to replenish them. They throw plenty of seeds — they almost look like saplings themselves — but they don’t seem to grow unless buried.
I have no idea how any plant would survive evolution by being that stupid, unless there is some sapling-eating sapling-pooping megafauna around here I haven’t met yet, and if there is, I’d rather not meet it right now.
So I think I’ll be going on a planting spree soon.
The sheep are still growing out their wool and the duckens are still playing with the creek as if it’s a water slide. Pigs oink, cows moo, nothing new going on.
Stayed out too late and got myself caught in a cave when an exploding giraffe-corgi appeared out of seemingly nowhere. (I assume they’re coming from somewhere, I just haven’t figured out how.)
I ran to a crevice in between two chunks of rock… a few minutes before it had been filled with coal, and I really really hoped I hadn’t left enough coal in it to ignite on explosion.
BOOM went the monster.
And… I was okay. A few scratches, but surprisingly unharmed.
Scared the heck out of me though.
I need to figure out how to make tea. A person needs tea after a thing like that.
With a big enough trough of food and a tight enough rope, it’s possible to get a sheep to stand still long enough to cut most of their wool off. And they seem happier for it when it’s done (though they definitely don’t like the process).
Now I have a huge smelly pile of dirty wool and I still haven’t invented soap. (Oh what I would do for a good old fashioned bar of soap! Praise to my ancestors for being smart enough to invent it because I definitely am not!)
So instead I’ve heated up a bucket of water to boiling and I’m boiling the wool to clean it. In the morning once it’s dried, I’ll try spinning it.
hey did you know wool melts in hot water? today I learned….
guess I’m waiting for the wool to grow back on the sheep again so i can shear them again before i start spinning…
I managed to get ponds dug and connected (to the big pond) in all of my fenced-in areas and all the animals are relatively happy now.
The cows didn’t turn out to be too big of a problem. The duckens, however, sheesh. Apparently they like swimming. They especially like swimming in moving water, like a creek. They most especially like swimming in a creek you’re still digging while you’re standing in it trying to shore up the, well, shore, so that it doesn’t turn the whole pasture into a pond.
They are dumb dumb birds.
And one of them got too close to my shovel so now I’m having it for dinner and, all things considered, I don’t even feel bad about it.