Day 132:
Digging holes, collecting rocks, still puzzling about my cliff.
Day 132: dig dig dig
Day 131: Still exploring the east entrance
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.
Day 130: Holes and east
Day 130:
Found an underground lake, that wasn’t very underground once I accidentally cracked the roof with my pickaxe and the whole thing collapsed, while I was standing on it. Bruised my leg up pretty badly. Not particularly fond of how wet I ended up either.
Day 129: Giant mushrooms
Day 129:
I’d mentioned the giant mushrooms before a while ago. They seem to come in two types, which I’m going to call “big red round” and “flat and tan”.
Neither make good building materials. Neither is particularly good for anything short of making soup out of. The red one has a flavor a bit like a portobello, but the tan one would remind you a bit more of, well, tofu. There’s nothing to it. It works well with fish because at least fish already has a flavor, but it is not a mushroom to mix with ducken.
They’re so very very huge that I was puzzled for a little while how they’d even grow. Then one night I watched a zombie battle a skeleton (it happens occasionally) and where the skeleton’s death dust (for lack of a better word) fell on the wooded area, the mushrooms suddenly shot up to five meters tall.
Metabolic processes on this planet are weird, y’all.
But now that I know how to make the mushrooms grow I’m thinking maybe I’ll have more mushroom soup.
Day 128: More zombies, more armor
Day 128: The East Entrance is mostly underground, which means it is one of the last places on this spot on the plains that’s in the shade for most of the day. That means the monsters who catch fire in the sun like to hover in my doorway and jump me as soon as I go out.
Now I get into debates like “do I dig out enough space to put windows or will that just result in more zombies fitting on the doorstep?”
These are not the problems I thought I’d be having at this age. I thought I’d be debating which wonderful person I’d be marrying and having babies with, not how many homicidal maniacs I wanted standing around at the crack of dawn.
