Day 713: it’s raining, it’s pouring

Day 713: It’s raining

I was out clearing brush from nearby when the skies opened up. Got some digging to the east done, found another seam of granite in the area I’m clearing.

I’m still fascinated by the fact that it can rain here for days and the lakes and rivers don’t rise in the least. On the other hand, we’ve had stretches of nice weather for days at a time and the water levels don’t fall either.

I guess I should be glad though. Caving is dangerous business when the water levels are fluid (hah see what I did there?) and I’ve already gotten dunked a few times digging into the river as it is.

The thunder started late in the evening, and once again I could hear it a few levels down in my current mining shaft. It’s a bit creepy, and the kind of thing I would have drown out with music when I was groundbound… which I am again.

Day 712: That’s a lot of days

Day 712:

Mulling over the calendar while I wait for my ducken sandwich to grill on the forge.

You know what I haven’t done in over 712 days?  Lost my keys.

Might be a new record.

Day 711: No close calls today

Day 711: I made a point of staying away from anything that moved under its own power today, whether it was zombies, giant horse spiders, skeletons, or exploding giraffe-corgis.

I did break a bow shooting a giraffe-corgi, but it was one that I’d picked up off a skeleton (most of my bows are skeleton-made if I’m being honest) so it wasn’t a huge loss. No attachment, essentially.

I was happily digging up a huge pit of clay I’d found when it started to rain. I was already wet because the clay around here seems to be mostly in bodies of water, but it still didn’t seem to be a good idea to stand in the water in the rain. Thunderstorms, when they do blow up here, really blow up here.

Day 710: much closer call

Day 710: took a heck of a hit from a mess of zombies today.

I thought it was just a zombie hiding in the trees, but it turned out to be four zombies and a exploding giraffe-corgi, who promptly exploded.

That part was pretty convenient because it injured the zombies. The zombies, by the way, were all wearing armor. But not like the murderers that come around wearing matching armor — these zombies were in all kinds of armor. Leather, gold, chain mail, diamond, it was as if they’d gone through the dumpster behind some kind of zombie army navy store.

None of it was in good enough condition for me to take, and I spent most of the day making new arrows to increase my supply.

The area I’m mining right now (and generally cleaning up) is just northeast of my most northeastern point, and it’s got a lot of tall trees that really block out the sun. It’s dark in there, which I think is why it’s such a zombie pit.

I’m torn between keeping the trees (who doesn’t love trees?) and taking them down so I don’t get killed. Maybe I can thin them?

I’ll need more wood for arrows soon anyway I suppose. Especially if I don’t thin the woods.

Guess I’ve answered my question.

Day 709: close call

Day 709: Almost got blown up when an exploding giraffe corgi snuck up on me, but I spotted it just in time and shot it down.

Otherwise I’d probably be under a mess of swamp water because I was under a glass ceiling under a swamp.

Not the place you want to be blown to smithereens, that’s for sure.

Meanwhile, duckens are following me everywhere and I have to be honest, I have no idea where they’re coming from at this point. Are they all my doing for trying to domesticate them? Or are there just this many in the wild? I don’t know, but I don’t feel bad about turning them into fried ducken sandwiches anymore.