Author: kirabug

Day 511:

Diamonds, frack it, I need diamonds! These stupid sparky red rocks and weird blue rocks and emeralds and crap aren’t doing me any good at all! WHERE ARE THE DIAMONDS?

Day 510:

Some days what I wish for more than anything in the world — even before I was on this sad little rock — is for a mining site to dry up, to be complete, to be empty.

I feel like I know every nook and cranny of this area I’m mining right now. I’ve been looking for diamonds in it for literally weeks. Every time I come close to giving up, I find more diamonds. But seriously, the ore never seems to end. It goes on forever.

I’d like a change of scenery soon. I just need a few more diamonds.

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.

Day 508:

I keep my dried fish in the same pocket of my backpack (knapsack? is that what they used to be called?) as I keep my torches.

I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve pulled a fish out of my pocket to light for a torch.

Side note: I don’t recommend setting dried fish on fire and using it as a torch. Doesn’t work out. Especially for oily fish.

Day 507:

Yeah, I said I was going to bake something nice for myself today, but I got up to a cold cave and a rainy day. I just wasn’t up to talking myself into more work. (Cooking, when you’re not very good at it, is definitely work. And since nothing here has any precision — no knobs on the stove, and for that matter, no stove — I’m not very good at it.)

(I wasn’t good at it when I had precision instruments either.)

So I headed back to the mine, where I found a lot of lava and some more diamonds. That made me a bit happier. I’m that much closer to warm clothes!