Category: One Among the Dead

Day 692:

It’s a bit odd when I get around the edges of this square of the map with my new road and then realize that I’m back to a place I’ve already tamed. I mean, I’ve been wading through swampy water, dodging lava, and trying to juke around zombies for a while now, while also building a road, so the fact that I accomplished the goal is a bit amazing to me.

But here it is, this road joins with that road and between the two of them I have two squares of my map accessible by road (the edges anyway) all the way around. Which makes travel easier.

And this time I did it without setting any road on fire!

Day 691:

From the outside, at swamp level, a sheer cliff.

An hour or so later I discover I’m in a chamber.  A very tall chamber, on which I am standing on a ledge. There’s no roof to the chamber. The floor is bubbling lava.

I mined my way into the caldera of an active volcano.

An active volcano filled with ore, rock, AND ZOMBIES.

And then I mined my way right the duck out of there and went home and thought about my life choices.

Tomorrow, I think it’s back to building the road. Up and over the edge of the volcano and then south to places that I hope are less lava-filled.

Day 690

As predicted, the cliff is full of ore, which is fantastic! I’m going to be so rich if I ever get off this rock. And if I don’t get off this rock I’m going to be so secure, because granite takes a blast from an exploding giraffe-corgi like nobody’s business.

So it’s a win-win except for the part where I’ve been abandoned by the human race to a rock full of monsters and murderers, had to reinvent all my own technology (and have reached about the bronze age, and not well. I still fail at pancakes.), and have been shot at more times than I can count.

Yeah. Win-win.

At least there are no taxes?

And lots of ore.

Day 689:

Looks like I’d better start carrying a pickaxe again, because this cliff is a sheer side of rock with a little topsoil on it to satisfy the sheep.

(Also, there are sheep. And pigs. But I have sheep back at the ranch now so they’re not quite as exciting as they used to be.)

One of my worries out here is that I’m a good distance from my nearest cave entrance. I’m losing a lot of time just getting here every morning. I should probably expand the cave structure, because it’ll keep me from being shot… but so will getting this detritus out of here so I can get some clean lines of sight.

They’re hard decisions, is what I’m saying.

But where there’s  a sheer rock cliff I’m betting there’s ore, so that will cheer me up.

Day 688:

If wet zombie is the worst smell on this rock, then swamp is second worst.

(Anywhere else in the universe a swamp full of rotting plants and algae would be the clear on winner, but not here.)

The good news is that it’s not a boot-sucking swamp. The bad news is it’s still very wet. So even with all the work I did to build a bridge down the river, now that I’m in the swamp lands I’m still soaking wet.

There was a cliff ahead of me when I finished working tonight, though, so I’ll be out of the water soon.

If there weren’t so many monsters here I bet I’d be really good at making wet suits instead of armor by now.