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Day 175:
Not much to report either from a digging or a sheep-locating standpoint.
This evening, when the sun started coming down, I found a safe place to stand and just watched it go down. The sky is a brilliant orange nearly every night as the sun drops out of view, and from the other side a deep purple rises like a wave pushing the colors out of the sky.
I quite like it, even if it means that I have about thirty seconds to get inside before the zombie hordes arrive.
Day 174:
Spent the day as deep down in the bottom of a pit as I could be, tamping down the floor so that I could use it as a cut-through if I need to.
One of the things I’ve learned since I got here is that it’s always good to have more than one exit or path through a space. I’d much rather be up on the surface, normally, if I needed to run from one place to another, but if I can’t be, this isn’t a bad way to be.
Day 173:
Went back out to where I found the sheep yesterday, but they were gone.
Guess I’ll have to wait on my hope for a wool sweater.
Spent the whole day out in the field hoping to see sheep, left disappointed.
Made some tasty mutton burgers though. On home-made bread!
Day 172:
I’m still digging toward the big mountain. This morning I decided to take a little time to scout the ground level before going back underground. I came up over a hill and there was a sheep! I must not have startled it much because it looked at me, baaa’d once, then walked over to me.
I did startle the exploding giraffe-corgi behind the tree next to us. It blew sheep, sheep guts, and sheep fleece all over me.
Well, these clothes are shot.
The sheep had enough skin that I might be able to tan it for some new pants though, so once I dragged the sheep underground into my cavern I started skinning it. It’s a big job to skin a sheep when one doesn’t have proper tools, and I don’t consider my home-made sword to be the proper tools. I have a few knives, but I think I might need to design a proper knife for the job. My cows aren’t going to live forever either and when they die (hopefully of old age and not exploding giraffe-corgis) it’d be nice to be able to do something with their bodies other than making burgers.
Mmm. Burgers. I haven’t made anything out of red meat in so long. This sheep is likely to be burgers too.
Day 171:
That cavern I’ve been working on is finally finished. I made enough glass block to carry light all the way down the fifteen levels that I’ve dug. So with that finished, I said I was going to start digging up, but now I’m not so sure.
I’m only about one “level” deep from the bedrock, which my digging tools can’t penetrate. If I go down that one last level, then anything I dig from there up will be a baseline for anywhere that I’m going.
It’s also well-known that the most valuable stones and ores tend to be closest to the magma layer, and as I can hear lava bubbling below my feet, well, I have to admit I’m a bit greedy.
And probably stupid. I’ll likely get killed doing this.
