Day 221: still human

Day 221: Spent the day shooting duckens on the plains because I don’t like killing the duckens I raised… even though I probably raised like a thousand of them by now.

Guess that shows there’s still some humanity in me, no matter how illogical.

Day 220: Digging

Day 220: Still digging. Not much more to say than that.

Day 219:more caverns

Day 219:

Found a big vertical cavern that looks like a tube.

It’s got lava at the bottom.

I think I found an active volcano.

I’m giving that one some space.

Day 218: repetitive

Day 218:

Three times I have walled in a river, and three times a giraffe-corgi has blown up destroying the wall.

This river apparently wants to be free.

Day 217: bad parenting

Day 217:

Swear to cod, they’re starting to use me as some kind of hazing ritual.

I was digging out a bit of coal earlier — finally found a nice-sized seam so that takes some pressure off — and I hear three medium-sized thunks as an adult zombie and two children jumped down from somewhere higher up.

First one kid came after me, then the other… but the adult just stood back and watched for at least the first five minutes or so, which was way more time than I needed to dispatch the green monsterlets.

I think it was there to observe whether the kids were able to take me out.

I killed it too.

Maybe I’m doing too much anthropomorphic personification. Maybe the adult actually had fallen poorly and had its hip busted or something.

Still, it was creepy. I was glad to be rid of all of them.

Think I’m building a roof to this part of the ravine soon just for head coverage.