Day 781:
So there I was, minding my own business by chopping down a mountain, when suddenly a whole bunch of those murderers with the crossbows showed up again.
I’m not going to pretend they don’t have a right to be mad at me chopping this mountain down. I’d like to think that they’d be grateful, but, well, I was taught way too much Earth history to believe that even a one-person colonialist force could come to a place and wreck other people’s land and be welcome.
They legitimately have no reason to welcome me here.
But on the other hand I have no intention of dying by crossbow bolt either.
I slipped down the other side of the mountain (sometimes literally) to escape them, and now I think i’ll be spending a few days underground mining in this general direction. I still need more diamonds anyway.