Day 233: more efficient

Day 233: On the other hand, any day that you can say “I connected two previously disconnected passages, thus cutting a good 4 minutes off of my commute to the dig site” is a good day.

Today is a good day.

Also, the egg white seems to paint over the map pretty well but I’m thinking flour might do a better job. I haven’t discovered any bleach kind of thing yet.

Day 232: Wet

Day 232;

Any day where you find yourself saying, “well at least it blew up the waterfall containment instead of the lava fall containment” is a day you don’t really feel like journaling about.

Day 231: More rotting meat

Day 231:

Let’s talk sanitation for a moment.

Standard sanitation in a cave is that it’s cold in here, there’s not a lot of air circulation, and things don’t tend to break down very fast.

Standard sanitation in a cave near hot lava is that everything I wrote above is not true.

So since the zombie attack of a few days ago was unfortunately close to a lava fall, I find myself hauling gobs of rotten zombie out of the area because whooeee do they stink.

Day 230: Rotting meat

Day 230:

The area where I was working yesterday is splattered with rotted zombie guts.

Even if I was in a civilized location with a fire hose, I’m not sure that I could easily clean this mess up. Here in the middle of nowhere it’s about impossible.

I’ve taken to carrying my piles of ore over to a nearby waterfall and dumping them underneath just to clean the worst of the gristle off and make things less slippery.

This means I am wet and covered with zombie guts most of the time. And that I’m slipping and sliding more often, which is more than a little annoying, especially since it’s not like I’m wearing rubber soles or anything here.

I haven’t even seen anything remotely like rubber here.

Well, maybe the jelly cube monster.

Great, now I’m trying to figure out if I can turn the leftover goo from the cube monster into sneakers, when I should be sleeping.

Day 299: false alarm, it’s not quiet anymore

Day 299:

I dug through a wall and met a zombie horde — about ten of them, including the children.

They chased me up a cliff and I destroyed the stone bridge I crossed.

They then spent the next two hours climbing the cliff, attempting to jump across, and falling to their increasing injury.

Once they’d finally all died, skeletons tried the same thing. But skeletons are generally armed with bows and arrows, so I actually had to shoot them to stay safe.

Still, it was very much the opposite of yesterday and I am glad to be alive and back in my cave.