Day 288:
I think I found some obsidian, but it’s the hardest damned obsidian I’ve ever seen. It’s black-ish, glassy, and only appears near lava flows. But I broke two iron picks trying to mine it out of the ground so I could get a better look at it, so it is some seriously tough stuff.
I’m considering making a pick out of diamond just to see if that’ll into it. My last diamond pick lasted a lot longer than the iron ones… the problem being of course that diamond (or whatever this malleable blue rock is) is difficult to find, so constantly using it for tools isn’t very reasonable. Iron is cheap (easy to acquire) and easy to work. Diamond is a pain in the ass, even if it does last ten times as long when it’s finished.
I guess it’ll come down to how stubborn I get about removing this rock.
I miss having a ship’s geologist at my beck and call. Not that she ever was at my beck and call, she answered only to the captain. But she was friendly and liked mystery rocks and, if I did want her attention all I generally needed to do was ask.
People are good like that, you know? Sure, we complain about each other when we’re around, but generally, even if we don’t like each other much, we’ll be nice about things. I miss that too.
The long-nosed zombies are not as nice.