While working to tear down the mountain(s) today, I discovered an underground pond. Dug right into the side of it. It was cold and wet and a bit muddy.
Also, there was a sheep in it. I don’t know how he got there or how he was staying alive, but he’s now roaming the mountains so I count my horrible zoning policies as good deeds to sheep.
It occurred to me while I was up on top of the mountain today that maybe being able to see back toward my home would be helpful.
But, well, you can’t actually see my house from here because the trees are in the way.
It’s still a nice view. Too bad zombies keep trying to kill me near the edges so I’m tearing it down.
Here’s the mountain that stands in my way of, well, everything.
Why am I so anti-mountain, you may ask?
Normally I wouldn’t be. I mean I’ve been both inside and outside of mountains, so they’re not really a threat to me. But on the other hand, this particular mountain stands between me and the village that lies — waves hand– somewhere over there.
Plus, there’s only so tight a slope I can climb when being chased by monsters, and that particular mountain is much higher a grade than I can handle.
So don’t think of it as me removing a mountain. Think of it as me re-scaling a mountain to a safer height.
I’m going to need a lot of chests for this, for one thing.
Okay, so here’s an example of how weird and messed up the gravity is here. (I am so glad to have this camera rock thing.)
Yes, that’s a block of cinderblock bricks balanced on top of a torch. Not just balanced on a snuffed torch, mind. Balanced on the flame and smoke from a torch.
There’s no way these kinds of physics would fly on Earth. I’m not even sure they should be possible. And yet, here I am.
So either this is all a fever dream and even the photo thingie doesn’t exist, or someone in the Physics department at my alma mater has some explaining to do.
Anyway, I’m going out to the mountain to reassess that health hazard tomorrow. Tonight I sleep and worry some more about rocks and physics.
I was attacked by one of those odd people with the bald heads and the purple cloaks. They got away, but they dropped a strange rock. It was sort of gem-like, with two facet-like sides that made it look like it would be a decent paperweight for the cave.
(Can I call it “the office” if it’s got a bunch of paperwork-like stuff in it but it’s made of stone and the paper in question is mashed bamboo?)
Anyway, didn’t think anything of it until the sun hit one of the shiny facet surfaces and a light beam shot out of the other faceted side similar to a crystal prism… but this time it etched the view that was coming in the sunny side onto the table.
Which involved a bit of smoke and drama but we’re not going there right now.
So apparently the purple people have cameras? At least they do as long as they also have something to etch the image onto that isn’t, say, a large dark oak table? That now has a picture of a large dark oak table on it?
I aimed it at a different place in my room and here’s what I got.
So that’s a thing.
It does take a long time, like at least 2 minutes, so it’s not nearly as convenient as actual photography… but still, hey, I can finally include some pictures of this place instead of just descriptions.