Day 709: Almost got blown up when an exploding giraffe corgi snuck up on me, but I spotted it just in time and shot it down.
Otherwise I’d probably be under a mess of swamp water because I was under a glass ceiling under a swamp.
Not the place you want to be blown to smithereens, that’s for sure.
Meanwhile, duckens are following me everywhere and I have to be honest, I have no idea where they’re coming from at this point. Are they all my doing for trying to domesticate them? Or are there just this many in the wild? I don’t know, but I don’t feel bad about turning them into fried ducken sandwiches anymore.