Day 151: Rivers of stone

Day 151:

There’s  a chasm that empties into the chasm I’m working in, so now I’m trying to dig up and down, east and west, all at one time.

I’m mostly deciding where to dig based on which direction is safest, because there’s certainly plenty of rock in every direction.

But since these chasms are big and stretch a long distance, I’m also fighting off a lot of monsters.

I’m building walls just to protect myself. Which is what walls do, admittedly, but it’s a lot to deal with.

I’m spending enough time at the east end that I’m sleeping there most nights. I’m starting another ducken skin mattress and hanging the skins in my living quarters.

Watercolor of a cross-section of the earth. Top, sky. Then, grass and some dirt. Then a mishmash of different colors of stone: grey, tan, red, and white. Flecks of black and gold and red and blue can be seen throughout the mishmash.
A little bit of what I’m dealing with.

Day 150: Guh.

Day 150:

One hundred and fifty days on this rock and I’ve actually got quite a bit to show for it. I’ve got crates and crates of valuable stone and ore waiting to be carted off-planet. I’ve got literally hundreds of white duckens that follow me wherever they see me. I’ve got a herd of cows that love me.

I’ve got scars all over my body, bruises in places I didn’t know bruise, and a severe dislike of anything that comes in the color “camouflage”.

And with no way to get off this rock, it doesn’t matter how much stone I have because I can’t spend it if I can’t get out of here.

I’ve had better vacations, is what I’m saying.

Line sketch of the author's log book with this entry written on the lefthand page.

Day 149: Dissatisfishing

Day 149:

Spent the day fishing and digging up sand. I got caught in an undercurrent a couple of times during the latter, so I lost a little time and a lot of energy to swimming harder than I wanted to swim. But I did catch enough that the space around my fire looks like a fishmonger’s as I dry the meat.

(It’s also stifling hot in there, stinks of fish, and smoky as hell, so it’s a good reason to go elsewhere.)

Watercolor of a grey rectangular furnace with red and grey fish hanging from the ceiling to just above the furnace to dry. The furnace's window is glowing red from the heat.
Drying fish over the heat of a furnace. I’m probably filling myself with carcinogens but as soon as someone finds me here they’ll be able to detox me with their med kids.

This batch of glass seems to be melting more consistently, though, so the sand mining seems to be effective even if the fishing is stinky.

Day 148: Waste

Day 148:

I’ve been having a lot of quality problems with my glass lately. I’m not sure if it’s the temperature or the cooling time or the trace minerals or what, but probably half the glass I make breaks almost immediately.

Considering how much work goes into fetching sand and melting it down, it’s got me kind of bummed.

But I’m low on food and don’t feel like killing a ton of duckens for a while, so I’m going to be in the water fishing anyway… we’ll see how it goes. Maybe I’ll try a new source of sand.

Line drawing of a pane of glass filled with cracks
This has gotten old

Day 147: pearls?

Day 147:

I fought one of the land horror squid today. It beat me with a block of stone because apparently “hit people with things” is within its comprehension but “build tools to hit things” is not.

Fortunately, I am not just a tool user but a tool builder, and I hit it with a sword. My sword proved to be the more effective weapon and I won out.

It dropped a blue-green object at my feet that resembled a pearl, if pearls could be the size of basketballs. Opalescent, maybe? That’s a word, right? It was opalescent, doesn’t show me my reflection, seems deep. Might be valuable to one of those museum types who think such things are valuable based on a formula of color x size x difficulty to fetch.

But damn, man, these things take a lot of room to store. I hope it’s worth a decent amount.

Watercolor of a large blue-green pearl with a carrot for scale. The carrot is roughly the diameter of the pearl.
That is a big whatever it is.