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Day 263:

I’m still mad at this ore for going on seemingly forever, especially since it’s led me into that deep chasm I talked about earlier. (Yes, apparently I’ve dug down far enough it’s no longer a giant deadly hole from my current position.)

The chasm has, by my count, three waterfalls and two lava falls in the immediate area. So there’s just death sources everywhere, and that’s not even counting the zombies and scary purple-dressed people and the exploding giraffe corgis that are trying to scale the walls of the cavern to get to me.

By the way? Climbing down my stairs to explode on my head while I’m hiding my mack under the stairs is NOT COOL.

Anyway, I’m also mad at the bats.

It’s not a shock that we have bats in caverns this size. (It is a shock that I’m not hip-deep in bat guano but I think I already discussed the fact that nothing here appears to poop except me.)

The bats look (from a distance) like Earth bats, but they act like Earth moths. They gather around light sources and fly near them…. so when there’s a lava fall glowing the full length of the 80 or so meters from its outlet point in the chasm wall to the chasm floor, bats come from all around to fly around it and circle it, and then accidentally catch fire and die.

Now, I’m not sure if they’re actually mammals, if for no other reason than the “lack of poop” thing, but because Earth bats are mammals, I’ve always had a bit of a fondness for them. I mean, you don’t see many mammals deep in caves unless they got lost.

So it’s heartbreaking to watch these stupid bats fly into the stupid lava fall over and over and over.

And it’s also a little dangerous when they fly around on fire, I have to say.

But the most heartbreaking part of all is that they send out this loud squeaking sound while they die, as if they were Earth bats or very loud mice or something… and it hurts every time I hear it.

So now I stand in chasms and yell at bats to stay away from the lava while scary people in purple outfits hone in on the sound of my outrage and throw poisonous liquids at me from the walls of tall chasms.

Which is why I think today must be a Monday.

Day 262:

Still following this vein of ore. Still digging down.

Have you ever been irrationally angry at rock? Like just furiously, axe-breakingly angry? All I want is for this vein to finish so I can go back to the top and start digging up again, but no… no we’re going to just keep going down until there is no down any more and I come out the other side of this forsaken ball of dirt.

I. am.  so. angry!

 

Day 261:

Remember when I said a few days ago that the whole goal here was to cut a new tunnel back to my home base so that I didn’t have to go up and down the steps so much to get home?

Yeah, I’ve now followed so many veins of ore that I’m, well, let’s call it 30 meters, below where I started.

Which, I mean, yay ore. But also, this is not getting my tunnel done efficiently.

And also also zombies keep falling on my head.

And I’m frightened of the fact that I’m 30 meters below where I started and there’s still a good 30 meter deep cavern somewhere nearby. Because if I fall in that hole, nobody in the universe is going to find me. Well, except the skeletons. But I don’t think they’re going to tell anyone.

Day 260:

One nice part about the adrenaline rush you get when you’re literally standing on the precipice between you and certain death is that everything get suddenly louder. All the things you’re not normally paying attention to? Your body decides they are all noteworthy. Water dripping. Lava bubbling. Your own breathing. The breathing of the exploding giraffe corgi sneaking up on you from behind.

It’s been a rough week is what I’m saying.

Also, apparently the lake at the bottom of the chasm with the lava pouring into it is deep enough that the exploding giraffe corgi didn’t die on impact.

But that just gives me one more reason not to fall down into the chasm.