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Day 616: I was attacked by not one, but two sets of murderers over the past two days. (The skeleton on the pony spider kind of took priority, sorry.)
So I’m thinking that if I want to head to that village, I’d better do it underground, for the same reasons that I avoid topside during the night. No point getting murdered on the lawn when I can be safe below.
Which you know means I’m going to get distracted by a whole lot of ore, as usual 🙂
Day 615:
Today I got attacked by a skeleton riding a pony-sized spider.
Yes, you read that right.
So apparently the spiders are strong enough to ride? Or at least for a skeleton to ride? I don’t really know the difference in weight between my skeleton and the rest of me, so maybe that’s significant and maybe it’s not.
This is one of the many things that having access to the ‘net would be handy for.
Meanwhile: at least one skeleton has decided to attack me from a mount, which makes me wonder once again whether this is one of those brain damage dream scenarios. My comatose brain has gotten bored, perhaps.
Day 614:
I’m getting more and more crowds of exploding giraffe-corgis when I’m outdoors and I have to say I’m not a fan.
But I’m also not willing to just give up my ability to go outside to them.
The problem appears to be the high grass — which is good for the animals, and was good for my safety when I was trying to hide per The Company’s orders. But hey, it’s been over 600 days now, I’ve proven there’s other life on this planet that could have built the buildings I now inhabit… I think it’s safe to mow the lawn.
Or at least, it would be if the lawn was already mowed. It will be safer once the lawn is mowed? That’s what I’m going for here.
Day 613:
Spent the day weeding and cleaning up the garden. I’ve got about as many potatoes as I can stomach (a few more than that actually) an a good collection of carrots, so I’m working on growing out more wheat… the sheep and cows both seem to like them, and the duckens are fans of the seeds.
There have been a lot of exploding giraffe-corgis while I was away, which somehow has resulted in me patching a lot of holes, and the rails between my buildings.
The more I think about it the more I believe all my rails should probably just be and stay underground.
In the meantime, I’ve repaired the damages and brought in the veggies, so a good day.
I’m pretty sure I’ve never been to market, to market, to buy a fat pig, but now I’m home again home again jiggidy jig.
Which is to say after all this drama, I’m glad to be in my tiny furnished cave with my growing collection of cows and sheep and duckens and pigs.
They seemed to be glad to see me too, or as glad as any animal that immediately mates can be when it sees someone carrying food.
Yes, I’m still cynical. But that doesn’t keep me from getting homesick. I contain multitudes.