I’m still digging down at the bottom of the planetoid, right up against the bedrock layer. It’s hot. There’s lava. There’s a lot of duckens. And there’s not a lot of diamond.
But I’m holding out for 100 sizable chunks because if I can get to that, the armor I can make will last me probably all the way up the sheep mountain and back with sheep.
It’s, well, boring if you excuse the incredibly deadly don’t-screw-up parts. But it beats freezing to death and will eventually get me to that goal.
Warm socks. I just have to remember I’m holding out for warm socks.