Day 337: conflicting feelings on ore

Day 337:

I’m using the best of the ore – the granite, andesite, and diorite – to make the walls and ceilings of my chambers. Normally there’s no way I’d use such good stuff, but the exploding giraffe-corgis blow right through almost everything else I put out there.

So it feels really weird to be going back to my base, where I’m storing all this extremely valuable stone, to go build a wall.

On the other hand, this stuff isn’t valuable at home because it’s saving lives, it’s valuable because a bunch of rich idiots want marble space stations. So maybe I’m actually giving the stone back a bit of its dignity?

Can stone have dignity?

Exploding giraffe-corgis certainly don’t have any.

My diamond-like helmet broke so I’m getting by with leather right now, wondering if it’s worth digging deep into the area I’m in right now to see if I can find more diamond. I miss having access to better equipment. Then again, I miss not needing a damned helmet to protect myself from archer skeletons.