Day 659: pants

Day 659:

Came out of my cave this morning and got jumped by six zombies, two skeletons, and an exploding giraffe-corgi.

Somewhere along the lines the zombies and the skeletons started fighting, but not until someone, I’m still not sure who, had managed to shred the seat out of my armor.

Let me just say that when you’re in the middle of a firefight for your life, suddenly feeling a breeze in the nether regions is not exactly what you’re looking for.

I’ve got the situation straightened out now, minus a good number of cuts and bruises. I’m seriously considering the possibility of taking a day off tomorrow.

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