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Day 611: The big mountain

Sometimes you need a project that’s just for, y’know, goofing around. This is the ongoing saga of my Minecraft character. For lack of a better title, we’re going with “One Among the Dead”. 

Day 611:

I hiked from the stairwell mountain to the big mountain today. It was pretty peaceful, to be honest. There’s not a lot up there. It’s very cold. Even the skeletons are wearing leather armor to keep warm.

There’s snow on the big mountain, which, I mean, of course there is. We’re higher than anything I can see in any direction.

And what I see, mostly, is trees. Lots and lots of trees between where I’m living and the mountain range. It’s no wonder I had to climb a different mountain just to find this one.

But to the east of the big mountain is something that looks more like swampland. And to to the south, some kind of plains maybe?  To the north, there was a whole lot of nothing interesting.

I sat down in the snow in my wet diamond armor and my still-not-wool socks and I had a good cry.  As far as I can tell when I stand on the big mountain there’s no life anywhere near by.

But as the haze cleared and the sun came out I noticed something a little odd…. one area to the north where the haze didn’t clear even though it should have… and I realized I was seeing smoke. Like from a cooking fire or eight.

So I climbed down off the summit of the big mountain to the north just a bit, and discovered what looks to be a village or a town north of it.

An actual village! With actual people! Or at least actual houses and some cooking fires and possibly zombies that will eat me.

But it means there may be people there who’ve seen offworlders.

(Or said group of zombies, hard to tell)

It’s hope. It’s hope I’m treating with severe caution, but it’s hope.

I clearly can’t walk there in a day from any of my current ground-level cavern entrances. So this means more tunneling or certain death via the local fauna.

But I have it on my map now and I have some idea what I want to do. And I know I need to finish those socks.

It’s been a good day.

Tomorrow I go home and start making plans. Those plans will probably start with “get this place in shape so I can go away again for days at a time” but that’s OK. I’ll have a plan.

And maybe someday I’ll have a way home.