Day 336: Tree trimming

Day 336:

Finally a sunny day, except if you’re under this giant mess of trees. I’ve cut down two huge trees so far, being shot at by skeletons pretty much the whole time.

I don’t really enjoy that part.

I have to admit it’s nice to be out in the sun. I’m definitely the kind of person who can be perfectly happy in a cave for days on end, but there’s something to be said for sunlight and warmth and vitamin D.

Day 335: more rain

Day 335:

Another rainy miserable day outside but I was determined to get the ceiling/roof up in the chamber that I’m planning to cover with dirt.

It leaked like a sieve.

My current technique is to cut the stones such that they lock together pretty solidly, but that doesn’t do much to keep water out. I’m pretty sure that once I have dirt on top it won’t leak as badly, but I really could use some tar or something to keep the leaks out a bit better.

No idea how to make that though so it’s not a today project.

Day 334: trying a roof

Day 334:

I’m not doing a very good job of thinning the trees but I am doing a pretty good job of taking the bottom of the cave (or rather, the first level of the cave, the bottom is way way way further down) and putting down a proper floor and some walls so at least they can’t sneak up on me from one of the side-chambers of the cave.

The good part of this is that it’s easier and safer to move around in the chamber. The not-good part of this is that monsters can still fall in and kill me constantly because there are too many trees.

It’s mostly because I got into fixing up this chamber while it was raining like crazy and then the sun came out and I was like hmm, maybe I should get back to work on those trees, but it was cool and nice in the cave and kind of hot topside so I just stuck where I was.

But also, the chamber that I dug into the cave from is the exact best level to put a roof on it, cover it with dirt, and nobody will know there’s an entrance there. So putting a roof on this chamber and then covering it over and adding some stairs is actually a pretty good idea.

Tomorrow if the weather’s nice, I’ll go back to thinning the trees. That way I can work on putting stairs in without getting killed. Because once I put stairs in, the monsters will use the stairs instead of breaking their legs falling into the pit.

Day 333: still not using the dirt

Day 333:

It’s raining like crazy, so I’m not doing much to fill the crevasses. Not only is dirt harder to work with when it’s wet, but when it’s a bit darker, like when it’s rainy out, the monsters don’t spontaneously combust in the rain as well.

I really kind of rely on the spontaneous combustion thing.

Anyway, I’m getting a lot of gravel and cobblestones cleaned out of these lower areas so that it’s a bit safer to walk around on.

Kind of boring, cold, wet. Not an exciting day.

Day 332: haven’t used the dirt yet

Day 332:

In the process of trying to confirm that I can safely fill in some of these dangerous crevasses of course I found more ore.

And even more ore below that.

And I don’t know how deep it goes, but during the day I’m working on topside and at night I’m cleaning it out.

It’s still pretty risky – I mean, scary things are quite good at falling into these crevasses, which you would think is almost too coincidental to be coincidental, but my friends from high school that were good at math assure me that that’s what coincidental means.

I prefer thinking that someone’s in control of this plot—or at least I did until i landed on this crap rock in the middle of nowhere with no signs of civilization.

When I was a kid, my dad used to insist on taking me to this folk festival every year. It covered ancient history—everything from the middle ages through about the 1800s off the old clock—and eventually when I was a teenager he found me a volunteer job there.

I made apple butter.

Ok so if you don’t know what apple butter is, it’s sort of like if you cooked applesauce about ten times longer than you think you should, but very carefully so that instead of burning it just got darker and sweeter and darker and sweeter, sort of like molasses.

Apparently the Pennsylvania Germans, which my father’s roughly descended from like ten generations back, used to eat this stuff on everything. Toast. Sandwiches. They just put bowls of it out with cottage cheese and ate it from a plate. It was their idea of a sweet and savory snack to stretch the meal, kind of like sugared vegemite cubes are today.

I kind of miss those. They’re delicious deep-fried.

Anyway, when I wasn’t making apple butter (ask me some time, I can still rattle off most of the recipe), I was wandering the faire grounds checking out the other sights. I know how to roast a turkey from pluck to plate. I know how to braid my own rope, and then from there how to twist it into actual ten-millimeter cable. I know how to make my own ice cream.

Oh, ice cream. I hadn’t even thought of milking the cows to make ice cream. Next day off I’m totally making ice cream.

Assuming I can figure out how to make ice.

Dammit.

But also the faire was where I got my interest in smelting. We had a blacksmith on site and he taught the basics of temperature and smelting and ore… and the rest I learned over the years in classes. The Company was in the middle of training me to use the smelters on board – the computerized ones – when all this other stuff broke loose.

Anyway, I didn’t want to necessarily do all this stuff when I was just a highschooler, but there was no way to know then that those skills would probably save my life now, so there you go. Learn what you can, kids, you never know when you’ll be abandoned on a terraformed asteroid full of murderous beasts.