Category: One Among the Dead

Day 159:

They bang all day.  They bang all night. No one has taught these zombies that banging on a door after about the first five minutes is just rude. I mean, there’s a window right there. They can see I’m ignoring them. Stop the danged banging!

On the plus side, they haven’t figured out doorknobs either.

Day 157:

Some days I could swear this entire planet was hollow. Except for its exploding monster center.

I seem to have come across a race of people dressed in purple who throw things at me. Nasty, high-pitched voice. I’ve written about them before, but they were always far in the distance where I couldn’t see them. Now they’re up close and personal, deep in the cave I’m working in.

And did I mention the throwing? Thin glass bottles, like the ones I’ve pulled from the river, only filled with hideous green liquid that makes my arms and legs go numb wherever it touches. Battle is difficult and I feel nauseous and weak. They seem to be out to kill me (what isn’t?) so despite a few attempts to communicate with them I’ve given up on peace and I don’t hesitate to swing first if I come across them unexpectedly.

I’ve found a lot more gold ore, and after some very painstaking nights have created a relatively reliable pocket watch. It’s big, but then, my pockets are whatever size I want to make them, so I can make it fit. I’m not using it for to-the-minute timing, more like “is it getting close to nighttime?” timing, so it’s perfectly adequate even if I do have to constantly wind it and it’s affected by the changes in temperature between the caves and the upper world pretty badly.

I thought maybe the assholes in purple were after the gold, but they don’t seem to be mining.

Maybe they’re the lost people whose stuff I’ve been pulling out of the river? If they were wearing the same shoes I’d believe so, but I’ve got enough experience with the boots from the river to recognize the assholes in purple are not wearing the same style.

In other words, lots of mysteries today, no answers.

Day 157:

Why, when duckens break into my house, do they all always make a beeline for my bed?

NO DUCKENS ON THE BED.

Day 156: I’m deep enough now even the duckens aren’t joining me . Or maybe they are and they’re just walking off cliffs a lot. It’s extremely dangerous and I’m going through a lot of rope making sure that I’m tethered to a solid surface most of the time. Fortunately, spiderweb is strong stuff, and the “rope” I’m using is difficult to snap. Unfortunately, when I run low I have to face off against spiders the size of ponies to harvest more.

Seriously, this has got to be a dream. Though the pulled muscles in my shoulders and back don’t feel like dreams right now.

Day 155:

If this isn’t a hallucination (I’m still pretty sure it is) then I’m deeper into the ground than I’ve ever been before. I pulled up some gold ore late in the day, and from where I was standing I could see a strange blue ore. I don’t think it’s sapphire, just because of the lack of shine, but maybe a form of lapis lazuli?

It reminds me a bit of looking at a nebula. Granted, the nebula would have to be on fire, but that’s how these things seem to go anyway.

But it’s been a long few days of mining and as I’m currently doubting my own sanity, I’ve decided the next few days are going to be dedicated to farming and fishing and maybe seeing if I have the chops to design a clock.

The absurdity of all of those sentences is so high I’m still pretty sure I’ve been hit in the head with something heavy.