word mining central
Day 216:
Biggest disadvantage of working in this ravine is that the monsters above me tend to decide I’m tasty-looking enough to jump off cliffs for. I never know when I’m going to hear a bone-crunching **thud** behind me, followed by a somewhat pathetic groan of some purple-dressed lunatic, zombie, skeleton, or giraffe-corgi.
Half the time killing them is doing them a favor. The other half of the time killing them is doing me a favor.
Day 215:
I feel pretty comfortable that my maps are correct and I’ve made some paths through space that make it easier to get from place to place. It appears that, using the standard measurement system we use at The Company, the structure that I’ve made is about 15 Levels deep, though not all of them are mined out. Here’s a thumbnail of what I’ve got.
So that’s a thing I’ve accomplished. Not sure it’ll ever do anyone any good, but when they come to rescue me I’ll probably leave it on the table for the next stranded soul.
Day 214:
Arm’s feeling good enough to go do some light mining. I’m staying relatively nearby one of my more fortified locations and I’m really wishing this planet had painkillers. But I’m also finding coal, which I need pretty badly if I’m going to smelt enough metal to make more boots.
Yes, plenty of waterlogged leather boots from an assumed-ancient civilization are available, but they don’t do much to protect me from exploding giraffe-corgis, and my feet are only just starting to feel normal after that last run-in. So it’s solid stone or metal boots, or nothing.
I’d love to find more of that diamond-like stone because it made for pretty good body armor when carved correctly. But one can’t have everything.
Because if one could have everything I wouldn’t be eating leftover ducken-carrot stew for lunch
Day 213:
The zombie that attacked me when I went outside to try to dig up some carrots was wielding a bar of iron.
But not like a steel pipe. More like an ingot.
I don’t know whether it was supposed to be the world’s worst set of brass knuckles or what.
I ran him through on my sword with my good arm (go me!) and went back to digging up carrots.
Day 212:
Since my good arm’s still wrenched I’m teaching myself to fish with my other arm, while I’m still convinced the good one will at some point heal. After all, if it gets blown clean off I’d rather already be able to use the other one.
Pulled up:
The pole looks the most interesting because it shimmers funny, and because it seems light and well-balanced. My current pole I made myself and it catches fish, but it’s not always the easiest process to haul them in. This new-to-me-pole is much better at that, good enough that I was able to catch the rest of the stuff.