Day 158: Caves in caves

Day 157:

Some days I could swear this entire planet was hollow. Except for its exploding monster center.

I seem to have come across a race of people dressed in purple who throw things at me. Nasty, high-pitched voice. I’ve written about them before, but they were always far in the distance where I couldn’t see them. Now they’re up close and personal, deep in the cave I’m working in.

And did I mention the throwing? Thin glass bottles, like the ones I’ve pulled from the river, only filled with hideous green liquid that makes my arms and legs go numb wherever it touches. Battle is difficult and I feel nauseous and weak. They seem to be out to kill me (what isn’t?) so despite a few attempts to communicate with them I’ve given up on peace and I don’t hesitate to swing first if I come across them unexpectedly.

I’ve found a lot more gold ore, and after some very painstaking nights have created a relatively reliable pocket watch. It’s big, but then, my pockets are whatever size I want to make them, so I can make it fit. I’m not using it for to-the-minute timing, more like “is it getting close to nighttime?” timing, so it’s perfectly adequate even if I do have to constantly wind it and it’s affected by the changes in temperature between the caves and the upper world pretty badly.

I thought maybe the assholes in purple were after the gold, but they don’t seem to be mining.

Maybe they’re the lost people whose stuff I’ve been pulling out of the river? If they were wearing the same shoes I’d believe so, but I’ve got enough experience with the boots from the river to recognize the assholes in purple are not wearing the same style.

In other words, lots of mysteries today, no answers.

Line drawing of a bald dude wearing what looks like a witch’s hat. His arms are tucked into his sleeves.