Day 106: Bats

Day 106:

I feel like the digging will never end.

Add one to the xenobiology list: we appear to have something resembling bats. Mammalian-like as far as I can tell (not getting that close), hang upside-down from the roofs of caves.

One big difference: these are not using ultrasonic frequencies. I can hear them just fine. And they squeak incessantly. Like flying rats at a rat political convention discussing rat business.

A line drawing of a bat hanging from the ceiling.
They’re not bothering me, other than the noise, so I’m not bothering them.

Day 105: Not-as-new territory

Day 105:

Spent the day chasing a seam of granite through the depths of my caverns. I thought I’d gone as deep as I’d ever gone before… then I broke through a wall into a cavern where apparently I had already left a torch.

Either that or the zombies have suddenly decided to start playing with fire because hey, did I mention cavern full of zombies?

I’m getting better at killing them efficiently, but still makes the heart race a bit.

Also, they wrecked my shoes and most of my pants so I have to make more.

Stupid zombies.

PS there was also a ducken in the cavern.

Line sketch of a ducken and a torch at the opening of a cavern, with the author's feet and legs in view. Pants are ripped off at the knee and the shoes lack both toes and heels.
Gotta make me some new pants.

Day 104: Fishing and rest

Day 104:

Did some sand “mining” for a bit this morning, then went fishing the rest of the day. Pulled up a glass bottle full of liquid. I know you’re thinking “of course it’s full of liquid, you found it while fishing,” but the thing is that there was a stopper in the top of the bottle (cork maybe? Could there be cork here somewhere?) and the liquid in the bottle was a bright cerulean blue, unlike the darker blues of the river and lake nearby. (And ocean, I tend to forget to mention the ocean.)

I have set it on a shelf and I am hoping it doesn’t explode. I have no intention of opening it.

Well, not right now anyway.

An arm (bent unnaturally) holding a small bright blue bottle of liquid. In the background, the grass, the sea, and the sky.
something seriously wrong with my ability to drawn hands.

Day 103: More and more duckens

Day 103:

I have so many birds that I can’t open a door without birds moving in or out.

We will not discuss the droppings.

A red background representing red granite, covered with off-white splotches representing ducken poo.
They’re. On. Everything.

Day 102: More ducken tales

Day 102:

Once upon a time there were twin ducken babies (chicklings? chicklets?) named Move and Get Out Of The Way who lived deep in the tunnels of Serendipity Plains.

One day the two babies decided to stand in the way of absolutely everything their nearby human did, until she accidentally tapped one of them with a shovel. Not hard enough to bruise, even, just hard enough to get their attention.

Then the creatures let up a wail that would set even the sternest and most uncaring heart ablaze with pain and sorrow of their tiny fluffy broken hearts.

And the human ended up serving the tiny chicklets the end of her bread off her sandwich.

And they were best friends again for at least ten minutes at which point the human started yelling at them by name all over again.

The end.

Sketch of two duckens so close o the artist that you can't see the feet of one of them because it's out of the frame. They stare with beady eyes. Labelled "always as close as possible."
Like having sentient slippers.