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Day 441:
How the heck did a giant gelatinous cube of death make it into the cavern I’ve been mining?!?
It’s huuuuuge, almost to the ceiling, loud, squishy, and as far as I can tell, unable to climb steps!
I dispatched it, as the old-timers used to say about the cave rats, but I’m baffled. And annoyed. And really in need of a bath to remove this slime.
Day 440:
Today was kind of miserable for the most part – running back and forth to make sure I have the supplies I need, listening to zombies pound on the doors trying to get in, killing a small slime that somehow got in.
And then, diamonds!
Not a lot, only like 8 chunks, but that’s still more than I expected to find all the way up here!
So all that digging and ore-gathering is getting me closer to my socks!
Day 439:
When I’m serious about staying in a particular area for a while, I make a mattress full of ducken feathers and haul it to wherever I’m hanging out.
Which is one of the reasons I’m able to sleep in this cavern a long distance from “home” and many levels underground.
I’m thankful for the duckens that gave their feathers and skins (and their tasty tasty meat) so that I could sleep well tonight, because I am tired.
Day 438:
Woke up and it was rainy and wet and grey – exactly the kind of weather the skeletons like to use for hunting – so I headed back to the mines.
At one point I thought I’d managed to avoid any kind of provocation today. It was quiet and calm and, sure, I could hear a zombie yelling its fool head off, but it sounded like it was at least a few floors below me.
Nope, it was on the other side of the wall I was digging through.
Fortunately it wasn’t very strong. Do zombies have the ability to die of hunger I wonder?
Day 437:
It took a good part of a day to return back to my home base topside. First, I had a bunch of stuff I wanted to take back — some of that weird blue rock, some of the weird red rock, some emerald, some gold — so I had to pack that up in a way I could carry.
I also had to make sure that I was leaving the space secure. That was standard practice before I landed on Rock O Death, but here in the land of shabby monsters it’s particularly important to ensure that you’ve closed doors and prevented the floors from blowing up.
Then there was the hike up 10 floors and across a significant distance (through a room with a couple hundred duckens too, thank goodness there’s no poop here) to the main base.
As hoped and predicted, I have wood here, so I won’t be chopping trees down tomorrow. Instead I might take a day off, then go back to the mines. Or I might go right back to the mines. Sometimes it’s hard to decide the night before.
Sun’s going down, so I’ll sleep to the sound of cows and duckens and make my decision in the morning.19