It might be just about time for me to take a day off.
I just started laying out the supplies that I need to make more pickaxes, and realized that instead of the bowl of iron ingots I’d meant to grab, I’d grabbed a bowl of eggs.
An egg pickaxe wouldn’t forge very well.
Yes, definitely time for a day off.
One thing I’ve learned here is how important listening is.
You hear a zombie through the wall? Pay attention to how loud it’s getting. If you knock down that wall there’s a good chance you’re getting a face full of zombie on the other side.
Earlier I dug through a wall and discovered two skeletons, two exploding giraffe-corgis, a zombie in gold armor, and a twenty-foot pit (containing all of the above denizens) that lead to the door to a chamber I’d dug two floors down from where I was currently excavating.
If I had paid attention to the growling sounds, perhaps I may not have fallen into the pit, though. Which would’ve been better.
Seems no matter where I go right now, a giant cube of slime is waiting for me.
It takes a lot of time to get slime off of a sword, and I have no idea what the slime substance might be doing to the blade (or me, since I’m regularly coated in it after hacking apart a slime). So that’s getting old.
On the other hand, maybe it’s a good thing because my knees don’t ache as much anymore. I’m not sure if that’s because I’m spending more time hacking blobs of goo and less time hauling rocks, or whether the green slime goo is some kind of healing substance.
Just to see if I can figure it out, I’ve started piling the green slime in a big box when I finish killing one of them. At first I was afraid that it would reform into a new green slime monster, but so far that hasn’t happened. (Maybe I need some critical mass?)
I’m also a little nervous because the green slime is roughly the same color as the exploding giraffe-corgis, but I’m not sure if that’s because it’s the most natural color of camouflage here (and really, if you’re a three-meter block of green goo, what are you hiding from? Other than me and my sword?) or whether they are somehow related.
Could the goo be the pupae form of the exploding giraffe corgi?
Dear exploding giraffe-corgi things.
Please explain the purpose of your existence in the updated and understood explanation of life in the universe.
Also please explain why you won’t explode if you can see me through a door but you will explode if you see me through my fence.
re-captured my pig, you bastard
Dear slime cubes:
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?
HOW DO YOU JUMP?
AND WHY CAN I HEAR YOU JUMPING FOUR FLOORS AWAY THROUGH SOLID STONE WALLS?
not a fan