word mining central
Got clonked on the head by a zombie while I was mining to the northwest today. Not injured but was definitely knocked out… maybe it thought it killed me? I checked for zombie bites — isn’t that’s how they were supposed to work? Or was that vampires? Or warehouses? I can’t remember.
Anyway, heck of a headache, and my map is gone. I wonder why the zombies would want my map.
Day 628:
Remember when I said the sand was a bit down from where the swamp meets the river?
That turned out to be inaccurate. There’s pockets of sand all along the river.
And there’s more than one river: there’s one that snakes to the north and one that snakes to the south.
So there’s more sand here than I expected, which is good. Maybe I can worry slightly less.
Or maybe I’ll be worrying more because all this hauling things back and forth is doing a number on my back.
I need, like, a monorail system. Something high enough the monsters can’t reach me but low enough I don’t jump to my death every time I leave.
Yeah. I’ll concentrate on the sand for now.
Day 627:
I’m hauling as much sand out of the river as I can, but is it enough? The next place I’m going to find sand will likely be far from here, and that’s a problem if this isn’t enough to hold me until then.
It probably won’t be enough.
I’m running all of my furnaces full-time back at the caves to melt down the sand into glass and get it into a storable format because having bags of sand lying round when exploding giraffe-corgis like to sneak up on you is a good way to lose all your sand.
So it’s freezing in the water all day and hot in the caves all night. Plus, the duckens like my body heat so they’re crowding me if I try to sleep lower in the caverns than my furnace.
I hope this is enough. I hope it’s worth it.
Day 626:
Out exploring for sand again today and I discovered a river to my north, just east of the swampy area I mentioned yesterday. I thought I remembered a river when I was looking down from the big mountain, but my sketches are obviously not well-scaled when looking over an area from a mountain and I wasn’t confident I knew how far away it was.
Anyway, found the river.
As I walked from its marshy mouth southeast, I discovered a very large sand mound in one of the river’s curves, so I’ll be taking bags and buckets out there tomorrow to bring home as much sand as I can carry.
I thought about running a mine shaft out to it, but to do that I’d need light, and I use the glass and some torches to provide the light, so it’s a bit of a ducken-and-an-egg problem.
Day 625:
North of my northernmost bridge is a lot of wet marshy land. Bad mining land. Not a place I want to dig. And not a single sign of sand deposits.
I did see some clay deposits though, so I might go back for those. The bricks I made with the clay I found previously make for good stairs and walkways, and it’s nice to have a break from plain grey stone all the time.
I walked north until midday, then walked back a slightly different route, and I discovered a lot of pigs. That makes me feel a bit more confident, to be honest, because while I have a lot of pigs I worry about genetic diversification and knowing there are more wild pigs I can cross-breed with is a relief.