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Day 226:

I’ve dug so far to the east that I’m pretty sure I should be under one of the big mountains. So now it’s time to dig up. Fortunately, some of the digging I did for ores already exposed open gaps or chasms for me to just build into and add steps so I can climb.

Unfortunately, that means hauling a lot of stone up and down steps.

So I’m hauling wood out to the far eastern end of my exploration zone. That way, I can build some chests in the middle of nowhere, and that will make it easier to clean up my work area and save the more valuable rocks.

I look a little silly hauling logs and planks through my cave though. Plus it disturbs the duckens.

Day 225:

I am beginning to notice that the harder it is to dig out a piece of stone in my current area, the better the chance that there will be some kind of small stone monster (I’ve taken to calling them “rock rats”) within the stone waiting to chew on my legs.

One of them doesn’t seem to be an issue. But many of them can be a bit overwhelming. That’d be fine if i could face them one at a time, but if one of them sends up a distress hiss (they kind of choke-hiss) then any other nearby ones will break out of their rocks too.

Normally I wouldn’t even dig straight stone, but sometimes the only civilized thing to do is set down a floor and some walls and — especially in this place, a ceiling to keep the giraffe-corgis from falling on one’s head, and some doors to keep the zombies out.

It’s worth noting that nobody trained me on what to do with exploding monsters or homicidal zombies when I was trained in mining logs. I’m really going above and beyond here in multiple respects.

Gahd I’m tired. Maybe the rock rats poisoned me. Or maybe I’ve just been digging too long. Either way I’m going back to the nearest chamber I put a bed in (if I can find it on my map) and going back to sleep.1

Day 224:

I’m making good progress east to the big mountain, but I’m also passing a lot of great bits of ore in the walls.

I want to go back and get all the ore out of the walls. But I also want to make progress.

I’m really bad at these kinds of decisions.

Right now I’m thinking it might be time to dig up anyway, to see where in the mountains I’m at.  But even that’s a hard decision when you’re tired.

Maybe I should go home and get solid night’s sleep before deciding anything else. Somewhere warm with a fire and some meat and bread.

Day 223: For the first time in ages, I fished and only caught fish. It was kind of relaxing not having to untangle my line on weird stuff constantly.

One of the fish I occasionally catch is a bright yellow thing with spines. I’m assuming it’s poisonous because no matter where in the galaxy I’ve gone, “bright color and spines” means trouble. And I am definitely not a biologist.

Not sure what to do with the fish though. If I compost them, will they poison my garden veggies? Not sure I want to find out the hard way.

Day 222:

Last night on my way home from far out, I almost got blown by a giraffe-corgi who was hiding behind a tree.

Today I went out to patch that giant hole (because I’ve learned leaving craters around the compound just means one tends to trip and fall into craters and that hurts like hell, frankly) and almost got blown up by another exploding giraffe-corgi behind a tree.

Not sur whether the answer is to cut down all trees or carry dirt with me everywhere.