Day 509:
Not a lot to talk about today until the end of the day. Up to that point, it was dig ore, carry ore, drop ore off, repeat.
Then near the end of the day as I was carrying ore back to my local storage dump, a very tiny baby gelatinous death cube jumped off a cliffside to attack me, missed totally, and splattered itself all over the ground. Instant death, no stabbing needed from me.
I honestly wasn’t sure whether to feel bad for the cute little critter or relieved to know it wouldn’t grow up to be a giant gelatinous death cube. Probably a bit of both. I mean, nobody likes to see baby anythings die.
Well, maybe baby fire ants.
So anyway, covered with slime and confused about the ambiguous cruelty of the universe, I decided to call it a day and haul back to my home base for a bath.