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Day 630:

I’m on the hunt for more sand. After getting knocked on the noggin last night I decided some sun and relative safety were in order.

(Okay, honestly, I’m probably safer in one of my caves, but sometimes the boogie men just get inside your head.)

Anyway, I’m on the eastern edge of the river, looking for sand. It almost looks like the environment over here changes… the big tall dark oaks are less prevalent and I think I actually see some conifers.

Of course since I’m on a planetesimal in the middle of space that may or may not have been an experiment on… crap. what’s the word? where you take the planet and make it livable by reengineering it to the molecular level?

that was a hell of a bump on the head.

anyway, re-bio-molecular-whatever-engineered, they might actually be conifers or they might be actual alien life that looks like a conifer but is planning to reach down and bite my head off. Hard to say from a distance.

To this place’s credit, the plant life has been relatively friendly so far.

Anyway, more sand hunting tomorrow most likely. It’s nice out.

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.