Was attacked by a zombie out of uniform today. Or maybe in uniform? Instead of the usual horrendous teal-and-purple, this whacko was wearing a beat-to-heck lab coat.
I have no explanation for that.
Other than that, mapping and digging all day. Looking forward to getting to the big mountain somehow.
Day 184: I’m still trying to fix my maps, and it’s a lot more work than I thought because apparently I have a lot more rooms than I thought I did.
I’ve been hard at work here.
With all these animals you’d think there’d be a heck of a lot of fertilizer around.
They don’t poop.
I’m baffled too.
I, on the other hand, have ver carefully marked my outhouse’s “storage” area on the map so I never ever ever tunnel into it.
While yesterday I concentrated on plants, today was about the animals. Just enough of them escape my pen on a regular basis that after a certain point they have to be dealt with.
It’s like the duckens and cows are social animals but they don’t like fences. (Can’t say I blame them) so when they get out, the first thing they do is stand next to the fence to get back in.
I don’t like killing my animals, or any animals. (I’m not really minding killing the monsters since that’s more of a kill-or-get-killed). So I try to limit killing duckens and cows to the ones that have escaped the fence and then stand there mooning over it like they’re sorry they ever left. It’s much much easier to kill the ones that escaped than to get them back inside the fence, and it makes it easier to spot incoming monsters when I’m not trying to look through a few tons of cow to do so.
So I’ve got fresh ducken and fresh cow and fresh skins to turn into leather. I’ve got enough feathers to make another bed, and probably enough ducken skins too.
And my back hurts from mining, and the leg a rock fell on the other day (forgot to tell you about that) is still pretty sore, so I’ll probably be indoors a few more days.
Spent the day farming. Harvested some potatoes and carrots and wheat, which means more carrot bread in my future. I remember my grandparents buying potato bread, but I haven’t figured out how to make it yet. Potatoes, it turns out, are very wet.
So am I. It’s raining like crazy outside.
Sometimes, the only time I’m really warm anymore is when I’m deep in a mine standing a few dozen meters from flowing lava. What I’d give for an electric blanket.