word mining central
Sometimes you need a project that’s just for, y’know, goofing around. This is the ongoing saga of my Minecraft character. For lack of a better title, we’re going with “One Among the Dead”.
Day 250:
(Yes, I am ignoring that number, it’s too horrible to think about.)
Dear zombies,
Yes, I am building a roof over each cavern at a more reasonable height to keep you from falling on my head while I mine.
No, that doesn’t mean I want you crawling down the ravine walls, slipping, and going “splut” over my head, then yelling “ouch” when you realize you’ve broken… well… all of you.
Stop making me come up there to put you out of your misery.
love
the woman that will kill you.
Day 249:
Dear duckens,
If you’re standing where I need to set a very heavy block of stone, I will not hesitate to crush your little heads, so MOVE.
Okay, not really, I haven’t crushed one of you yet, but it’s getting really tempting. These stones are heavy!
love,
your grain supplier
Day 248:
Working my way out of this ravine by digging up (aka putting up a ceiling, climbing up it, putting up another ceiling…)
I prefer that if I’ve built a level, all the chambers on that level connect, because it makes running back to a cache easier if you don’t have to go up and down steps.
And let’s face it, hauling rocks up and down steps is a special kind of suck.
But the last chamber I dug on this level was… well, let’s call it “far away”.
So the “easy” dig I thought I was going to have is going to be not so easy, as I carve a tunnel back to the last chamber.
Yay.
Day 247:
Still digging toward the sky, and toward the east, to the big mountains. Not a lot to talk about when it comes to digging. Dig, clear stone, dig, clear stone.
I wonder if my friends think I’m dead.
It’s been at least 247 days since I was on the galaxy net, sending anyone any bad jokes or making fun of their clothes or laughing about things that had happened.
I hope they don’t think I’m mad at them.
…unless they’re not even looking for me. Then maybe I’m mad at them.
Day 246:
One of the interesting aspects of the lime gelatin from hell that I described yesterday is that the duckens are totally unphased by them, and they don’t care about the duckens either. I can walk into a room totally filled with duckens and find a giant cube o monster inside and the duckens don’t even seem to notice.
But come to think of it, they don’t seem to care about the zombies or the giraffe-corgis or the skeletons either.
I guess that’s why they’ve all been able to survive together?