It’s time for me to admit that I’m apparently too frightened to head toward the village.
I mean, it’s fair to be afraid, right? I spent a long time here thinking I was the only live humanoid, and once I did meet other people they either wanted to sell me things or kill me.
Not exactly encouraging. Even having grown up in a capitalist society.
So I don’t want to go to the village, which is why I’m literally as far way as I can manage, mining things and building a map and doing things that have no relevance whatsoever to getting to the village.
I don’t think it’ll stay this way forever, but I do think it might take me a while to snap out of it. So in the meantime, I’m at least admitting that I’m not making progress toward my goal because I’m afraid my goal will try to murder me. And I think that’s a step in the right (mental) direction.
I finally decided to just camp in a relatively secure spot in the mine I’m digging last night and got some sleep. I turned around this morning and there was the route out of the cave. Sleeplessness does strange things to the brain, I would swear those markers weren’t there yesterday.
Anyway, home safe and making myself a new pair of boots because the old pair fell apart when a skeleton shot me in the foot. My foot’s fine, the boots not so much.
I’ve dug such a deep and meandering pit I have no idea how to get out of here.
Fortunately I have a good bag of supplies with me and a solid pickaxe.
Unfortunately, I have no idea if I’ll come up under water or under something breathable.
But that’s the risk, right? If I had mapped this mess I wouldn’t have this problem.
On the other hand, I’d have a map so big I’d needed horses to follow me carrying it.
Day 655: Still digging under the mountains that I sculpted a few months ago. Had no idea all this ore was here. Kind of handy, actually, won’t be running out of anything anytime soon. And if I handle it right I could release it into the market slowly enough to get rich without tanking everything else.
I’ll probably need lawyers and things. I wonder if they take pay in granite.
One of the things you need to do when you’re mining without a suit or exoskeleton is bring your own water. I’ve carved containers out of gourds, wood, and stone so far… the stone was by far the hardest (pun not intended) but also the least effective, because, well, cork is scarce around here and carving a twist-on lid is not easy in stone.
So I keep water on me, because dehydrating isn’t fun, and it’s easy to do even in humid and cold conditions like the inside of a cave.
The other thing you need to do is urinate, because you’re drinking all that water. The space suits and exoskeletons used to take care of all the various bodily functions’ clean up for us, even down to vomiting, because, well, nobody likes to asphyxiate in space. But here it’s just me and my armor and the hope that there isn’t a murderous exploding giraffe-corgi on the other side of the wall.
Lately I’ve been trying to aim for dirt, because it absorbs the smell better than stone and doesn’t leave a stain. Gravel drains everything straight through, as does sand, and “mounds of charcoal lying around waiting for you to pee on them” don’t seem to be a thing.
Today, I was draining a vein down a crevasse into what I thought was dirt… it was a zombie’s head.
I recommend using zombies to absorb urine. It doesn’t help their smell, it doesn’t remove your smell, and it seriously angers the zombie.