Author: kirabug

Day 466:

I’m starting to wonder if my mind’s playing games with me. Or if maybe I’m blacking out and don’t remember it.

Like, I went down into the mines the other day, and according to my books it was day 462 and, although I didn’t note it in the logs, I had just planted some plants. But when I woke up the next morning all the plants were fully grown. And I don’t mean in the “this place grows everything stupid quickly” way — although that’s certainly still true. More like “even for here that was too fast.”

In other words, day 464 seemed to show up way faster than it should have.

So I don’t know. I could be blacking out. I could be just keeping bad notes or forgetting when I did things. Or maybe the rock rats are doing something to my brain.

Or maybe this is all just a bad dream and I’m finally starting to wake up?

Day 465:

Diamonds are so hard to get that I hate to use them for anything other than defense… they make great armor for reasons that defy any kind of common sense, and I’d hate to lose the opportunity to protect my fragile skull because I decided I wanted a fancier axe.

On the other hand, I tried sharpening one and wow, serious strength and serious sharpness. (Also serious work! I could only use diamond to work diamond, obviously, so there was a long “smacking two rocks together” stage until I got something workable.)

So this could seriously speed up my progress toward the sheep. Or it could turn out that it’s really fragile and it breaks on the first try and I waste diamond that would’ve made a nice hat.

I’m probably not leaving in the next 24 hours though, so the risk may be worth it.

Day 464:

Sometimes I dig straight ahead and only veer off for the occasional seam of interesting-looking ore.

Sometimes I veer off for every interesting-looking seam of ore. I have to admit I’ve been doing that more here than in any other mining job I’ve had.

What I’m doing right now, while I’m looking for diamonds, is following every seam of ore, but in a very specific way… I follow them out as far away from me as they go, and then I dig each one in order back toward me, so that eventually I’ll be back where I started.

Granted, I’ll be back where I started with a whole bunch of giant caverns to fall into, but hopefully I’ll have more diamonds.

I’ve got a little more than 64 reasonable sized pieces now, and when I hit 100, I’ve decided I’m going to make myself a pickaxe out of some of the bigger pieces. I think I’ll be able to dig toward the sheep faster that way.

Day 463:

Gold is boring.

There, I said it.

It makes a lousy metal for doing anything except looking at, and I have no need for jewelry.

Even the watch I made, which isn’t much of a watch, could probably work better in steel if I had the patience to work it.

I can’t understand how it got so valuable in the first place.

Day 462:

Some day someone is going to analyze this log to figure out the migration patterns of these monsters. In the meantime, the exploding giraffe-corgis are gone and the rock rats have returned.

The good thing is they’re easier to kill. The bad thing is they swarm.