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 135:
A hundred and thirty five days.
I’m covered in mud and ducken feces. I’ve lost a lot of weight. I’m bruised most of the time. But I’m healthy.
I’m lonely. This notebook is the only “person” I have to talk to. The cows are nice, I mean, Bessie loves me as much as a non-earth cow probably could. But it’s not the same as people. It’s certainly not the same as people who speak your language.
I want to go home.
Sometimes I have to say that out loud, or it feels like I’ll forget it altogether.
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 134:
Trying to shore up the landscaping here, I’m doing my best not to have too much of an impact on the environment. Part of that is replanting trees when I harvest some. There are enough seeds that I generally don’t have too much of a problem accomplishing this, in fact I have more problems because I’m overplanting than that I’m stripping the plants.
It helps that the trees sprout and grow to full size in 3 days. Even on the rainiest of days we don’t get enough soil erosion that the environment changes irrevocably from the deforestation before the trees go back.
I’m pretty sure that environmentalists on Earth would be jealous.
It stays like this for about 15 minutes once it hits dirt. Back up when planting or find yourself in the air. They’re kind of loud when they grow too.
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 133:
There are a couple different kinds of trees here. There are huge thick trees that produce a wood the color of a dark oak or mahogany. There are thinner trees that definitely represent oaks. And now today, there are white-barked trees that remind me of birches back home.
None of the leaves for any of these trees are anything like on Earth. They’re mossy and much more fractal in every direction, like a bush with a skin condition.
But they make good firewood and they make decent handles for tools, so I’m happy with them.
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 132:
Digging holes, collecting rocks, still puzzling about my cliff.
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 131:
The problem with digging out to a new entrance that lands right in the middle of the cliff face is you have to figure out what to do about the cliff. Just close the hole back up? Eventually weathering will clear any debris you use to clog it. Carve it out and install some doors? Possible but then if you get turned around in the tunnels and go out those doors, you’re flat on your face a few hundred meters down.
Landscaping the area to be a safe exit seems to be the best answer, but that takes a lot of work too, especially since I’m trying to lay low and not indicate where I am.
Which is a different topic because, well, I’m not sure that’s worthwhile anymore. I mean, I’m four months into this gig, which is three months longer than an extended gig, and I’ve heard nothing from the company.
If I don’t see anyone from the mountain, I might just say to heck with it and stop covering my tracks.
We’ll see. First I have to design a safe and secure door to the middle of the air.
If I kill a few hundred pony-sized spiders I could probably make a rope ladder.
