Day 330: Roofs

Day 330:

I did manage to shore up the chamber I mentioned yesterday, so now I can go through a heavy set of wooden doors and drop a support beam behind them if I think something’s chasing me.

This has been very effective against the zombies, but the exploding giraffe-corgis still sneak up on me and explode on a regular basis. Do not like. Head hurty.

I also dug out a much smaller second chamber. Ok, actually what happened was that while I was pulling ore out of the big chamber on my way to sheep Nirvana, I followed a vein that, when I was done, was essentially a chamber in and of itself and just needed the walls to be shored up a bit.

It’s a good thing I did so, because as I got to the back of it, I discovered it opened to the outside world — not cleanly, but in a “hey zombies can fall in this hole and kill you” kind of way.

So that’s secured as well.

Day 329: Security

Day 329:

I’m trying to shore up the chamber that goes out to the cave covered in trees, because making that area secure means having somewhere safe I can run away to, and I certainly don’t have that right now.

So far it’s going well, but when the sun begins to set I can hear the zombies growling above me. It’s a bit creepy.

Not that anything about this place is exactly peaceful. I mean seriously I don’t think I’ve gotten more than a day without a major adrenaline rush since I got here. I don’t think it’s called an anxiety issue when the environment really is trying to kill you, but I could be wrong.

Either way I’m thinking I should find some plants and experiment with trying to make tea. Something soothing.

I’ll probably poison myself shortly.

Day 328: Irony

Day 328: I’m almost out of sand.

Which means I have to go back to the place that I’m trying to secure, the cave entrance on the west side near the sheep, because that’s the closest semi-secure space that far out, which is where the nearest sand deposit is in the bay  thing.

In other words, these had better be enough axe heads to thin those trees, because I need to thin the trees to be safe enough to gather the sand to make more axe heads to thin the trees.

I just want some warm wool socks and a view of the valley from a tall mountain. Why is everything so hard?!

Day 327: more on drill bits?

Day 327:

I’m getting pretty good at the sand mold thing, especially keeping the bubbles out of the ore, and I’m thinking maybe this is how I could make myself some smaller drill bits.

If I carve them out of wood, I might be able to then use the wood in the sand mold?

But then how do I get the wood out?

Making things is hard, yo.

Day 326: axe heads

Day 326:

I spent the day making axe heads out of iron ore, because what else are you going to make them from? Wood? Diamond? One doesn’t stay sharp and the other is too low in supply.

And gold is right out, that stuff dents like crazy.

Anyway, I use a sand mold for the axe heads and then beat all the rough edges with a hammer. I should really invest the time into making a file but that involves using a sharp piece of diamond to carve relatively even lines in a smooth piece of iron and that’s a whole lot of work. (I can barely draw my breath much less a straight line, and drawing a straight line with a piece of diamond is no picnic either.)

(I guess I could at least start by making myself a straight edge to use.)

(Also I can’t believe I used that “draw my breath” joke, I think my dad told me that one. Not a lot of people to tell jokes to down here, the skeletons aren’t big on laughter.)