Day 216:
Biggest disadvantage of working in this ravine is that the monsters above me tend to decide I’m tasty-looking enough to jump off cliffs for. I never know when I’m going to hear a bone-crunching **thud** behind me, followed by a somewhat pathetic groan of some purple-dressed lunatic, zombie, skeleton, or giraffe-corgi.
Half the time killing them is doing them a favor. The other half of the time killing them is doing me a favor.