Day 442: Diamonds and Goo

Day 442:

The good news: I found more diamonds, setting me closer to my goal. (Also making me feel really good about digging here, and not doing a whole lot to keep me from just mining here for a while. So much for goals.)

The bad news: the gelatinous lime cubes or whatever they are seem to be getting bolder – I killed a small one climbing on one of my trunks today. Don’t really need the neighbors deciding my stuff is theirs.

So, some good, some bad, I’m still alive, and as soon as I get back to my home base I am taking such a bath.

Day 441: Surprise! Gelatinous Cube of Death!

Day 441:

How the heck did a giant gelatinous cube of death make it into the cavern I’ve been mining?!?

It’s huuuuuge, almost to the ceiling, loud, squishy, and as far as I can tell, unable to climb steps!

I dispatched it, as the old-timers used to say about the cave rats, but I’m baffled. And annoyed. And really in need of a bath to remove this slime.

Day 440: surprise! diamonds!

Day 440:

Today was kind of miserable for the most part – running back and forth to make sure I have the supplies I need, listening to zombies pound on the doors trying to get in, killing a small slime that somehow got in.

And then, diamonds!

Not a lot, only like 8 chunks, but that’s still more than I expected to find all the way up here!

So all that digging and ore-gathering is getting me closer to my socks!

Day 439: ducken beds all over the place

Day 439:

When I’m serious about staying in a particular area for a while, I make a mattress full of ducken feathers and haul it to wherever I’m hanging out.

Which is one of the reasons I’m able to sleep in this cavern a long distance from “home” and many levels underground.

I’m thankful for the duckens that gave their feathers and skins (and their tasty tasty meat) so that I could sleep well tonight, because I am tired.

Day 438: Back to the mines

Day 438:

Woke up and it was rainy and wet and grey – exactly the kind of weather the skeletons like to use for hunting – so I headed back to the mines.

At one point I thought I’d managed to avoid any kind of provocation today. It was quiet and calm and, sure, I could hear a zombie yelling its fool head off, but it sounded like it was at least a few floors below me.

Nope, it was on the other side of the wall I was digging through.

Fortunately it wasn’t very strong. Do zombies have the ability to die of hunger I wonder?