Day 56: mud and dirt

Day 56:

With all the dirt I’ve been hauling out of the lower chambers, I had enough to surround my cave entrance a bit more cleanly, so it’s harder to see from above or the side.  Now I just have to hope that it doesn’t prevent The Company from finding me.

Tired. Fought skeletons in the lower chambers today. No idea how they got there, unless they fell in from the lake and magically sealed the hole they fell through.

Black and white line sketch of the author's cave entrance. It has terraces of dirt proceeding up the face of the hill the door and windows are embedded in. End result is that it looks quite a bit like an old bald head with many wrinkles wrapped in a scarf or two.
Looks a bit like an old bald guy’s head

Day 55: Glass and sand

Day 55:

Now I’ve got a lake over my head when I’m mining, and it’s raining, so I’m not mining today.

Instead I’m drawing designs for a bathtub because I want a bathtub so badly.

I think I’ve figured out a way to put a fire underneath the tub, which theoretically should be safe because the tub will be carved out of stone? I’m not dumb enough to boil myself in a metal pot but a rock one might work.

I just have to figure out which chamber to put it in. Maybe one of the ones near water so I don’t have to haul it.

Colored line sketch of the crossection between two floors. On the upper floor a glass box resembling a bathtub is filled with water. The floor is thick stone between it and the lower floor. In the lower floor, a panel of some sort is hung by chains from the ceiling directly under the tub, and it has 3 small fires lit under it. Theoretically this would heat the water evenly and not too hot. Labeled "Bathtub plans".
Chain could be a problem since i don’t have the iron to spare.

Day 54: moonlight

Day 54:

I dug all day, got some good amounts of sand, some andesite, some diorite, and some iron ore. A little more ore and I’ll be more comfortable about heading toward the mountain. I want some strong tools and a backup sword with me when I get there.

Came up from underground just in time to see the moon rising. It’s a beautiful clear night and you can see the duckens in the pond, the cows starting to lay down to sleep, and the skeletons crossing over the horizon.

So a short-lived kind of beauty, but beauty nonetheless.

Watercolored sketch of the fenced-in area where the duckens are kept, at night. The 3/4 crescent moon is in the center of the sky, and 7 duckens are bright white against dark green grass and a dark blue pond.
Glowy duckens in the moonlight.

Day 53: Underground and underwater

Day 53:

I’m not confident of where I am now, but I think I may be under the lake. Everything is wet and humid and water is seeping from every crack in every surface.

There are a lot of cracks in every surface.

If it were raining above, I would assume that’s the problem, but it’s not.

There’s also a lot of sand, which is nice because it’s easier to scoop out sand from below than to shovel it while standing in a lake.

I wish I could catch, I don’t know, a hundred eels, so that I could make some kind of waterproof suit.  Or alligators. Of all the things this world doesn’t have that I kind of expected, it’s alligators that are surprising me so far. No lizards at all. Maybe this world never had a reptile phase to its evolution?

Black and white line drawing, bad one, of an alligator with its mouth wide open and a giraffe corgi bent toward the gator menacingly. Labeled "Alligator vs Giraffe Corgi"
The explosion is going to give the gator heartburn is my guess

Day 52: Unnecessary cruelty?

Day 52:

I went out to harvest my carrots and wheat today, and there was a pony-sized spider standing between me and the garden.

I killed it with my sword.

I’m feeling a bit weird about it because, at least during the day, the pony spiders are never aggressive. (Well, except for that one stuck in the cavern that fell on my head. I’m thinking “mitigating circumstances”.

And I don’t much like killing spiders because they get goo (ichor?) all over my sword blade. Granted, it turns to dust and falls off, but I’m still thinking that can’t do anything good for the sword.

If they didn’t try to kill me at night, I’d leave the pony spiders alone. Most days, I do leave them alone. But this one was between me and my food. I try to tell myself that I killed it for threatening my food, but I didn’t. I just killed it for being in my way.

Some days I don’t even recognize myself anymore.

Sketch of a pony-sized spider looking cute. It has four red eyes, a large grey body with black spots on it, and black-striped legs. Labeled "Pony spiders are also sometimes cute."
Maybe more cute if their eyes weren’t red