Day 263: Still somewhat irrational anger

Day 263:

I’m still mad at this ore for going on seemingly forever, especially since it’s led me into that deep chasm I talked about earlier. (Yes, apparently I’ve dug down far enough it’s no longer a giant deadly hole from my current position.)

The chasm has, by my count, three waterfalls and two lava falls in the immediate area. So there’s just death sources everywhere, and that’s not even counting the zombies and scary purple-dressed people and the exploding giraffe corgis that are trying to scale the walls of the cavern to get to me.

By the way? Climbing down my stairs to explode on my head while I’m hiding my mack under the stairs is NOT COOL.

Anyway, I’m also mad at the bats.

It’s not a shock that we have bats in caverns this size. (It is a shock that I’m not hip-deep in bat guano but I think I already discussed the fact that nothing here appears to poop except me.)

The bats look (from a distance) like Earth bats, but they act like Earth moths. They gather around light sources and fly near them…. so when there’s a lava fall glowing the full length of the 80 or so meters from its outlet point in the chasm wall to the chasm floor, bats come from all around to fly around it and circle it, and then accidentally catch fire and die.

Now, I’m not sure if they’re actually mammals, if for no other reason than the “lack of poop” thing, but because Earth bats are mammals, I’ve always had a bit of a fondness for them. I mean, you don’t see many mammals deep in caves unless they got lost.

So it’s heartbreaking to watch these stupid bats fly into the stupid lava fall over and over and over.

And it’s also a little dangerous when they fly around on fire, I have to say.

But the most heartbreaking part of all is that they send out this loud squeaking sound while they die, as if they were Earth bats or very loud mice or something… and it hurts every time I hear it.

So now I stand in chasms and yell at bats to stay away from the lava while scary people in purple outfits hone in on the sound of my outrage and throw poisonous liquids at me from the walls of tall chasms.

Which is why I think today must be a Monday.