The highlight of my day was having an exploding giraffe-corgi take out the glass I was using to block a lava flow, then repairing it, then having another giraffe-corgi do it again.
And then getting shot up with arrows by two skeletons while I made the second set of repairs.
At least I found a cache of coal today so it wasn’t a total loss.
Today, I was down in a cavern digging when a zombie dropped down from above and attacked me. So I killed it.
Then another zombie dropped in from above, picked up what was left of the first zombie, which was like a rotted blob of grossness, and attempted to beat me with it.
That was just gross.
I mean, I thought I’d gotten used to everything the horrors of this place had to offer. Rock rats, exploding beasts, spiders the size of ponies, being threatened with a potato… but I really think when your cohort dies and you attack with their still-twitching rotting body, you’ve pushed things too far.
I’m back topside tonight and sleeping in my bed with the doors double-locked. Tomorrow maybe I go look for sheep instead of dealing with monsters. Or I go back to lining the original tunnel instead of trying to mine out the bottom of it.
All I know for sure is I can do without zombies for a few days.
I thought I was digging out the last of the granite in a hole, but it turned out I was digging into the top of another cavern.
I thought about climbing down to get the ore that was inside, but then I was jumped by two zombies that tried to shove me down into the cavern (not a safe way to climb), and I changed my mind.
I threw them into the cavern and decided the ore down there could wait.
Then I dug out the rest of the floor/ceiling of granite so they couldn’t climb back up. That was a bit sadistic, but it made me feel safer, so I’m not beating myself up over it.
I’ve been marching up and down the stairs past a horror squid now for hours, and it hasn’t touched me. I don’t know why. Maybe it was stuck? Anyway, it disappeared near the end of the day and I’m not asking where it went.
Before the squid, an exploding giraffe-corgi took out a different stairwell, so that was some time lost to rebuilding. The alternative, of course, was being caught in a pit until I starved to death. Admittedly, the fact that duckens keep falling in here and dying might have made that take that take longer than it would otherwise, but I’d still rather not try it.
Digging up ore, cleaning up ducken corpses, didn’t even see any zombies today. It’s quiet and I’ll take it. Gives me time to think about rail lines.