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Day 785:

On one hand, getting jumped by an exploding giraffe-corgi as soon as I stepped out of the eastern plains entrance was horrible.

On the other hand, I found out exactly how blast-proof those brick road sidewalk things I set down are. Really blast proof! Only a tiny bit of my sidewalk took damage, as compared to the hill that the eastern plains entrance is set in, which it took me most of the day to reshape.

(Fortunately(?) I have a big trunk of dirt just inside the door, but that was supposed to be for gardening…)

On the other other hand, those bricks took hours and hours of diving for clay, shaping, baking, and mortaring together to lay so I’m pretty angry that they’ve been blown to bits, even a little. (What did get blown up got blown up as in reduced to vapor so it reinforced why we do not hug the exploding animals.)

Outside of maybe my diamond armor, the bricks are the most labor-intensive thing I make I think.

OK wait, no, the chicken skin mattresses full of feathers are pretty bad too.

And the map books.

Nevermind, I’m mad they blew up any of my work.

Now I have to see if I have more bricks back at my main base. Sigh.

Day 784:

Sometimes I dig through a wall and see a cavern or chasm… but it’s nothing but darkness. Or worse, darkness and monsters.

On the days when it’s darkness and monsters, honestly, it can be hard to decide to dig through another wall.

Sometimes I dig through a wall and see light.

Sometimes that’s because I’ve dug back out into the outside world, and that can be a bit disconcerting… but I’m deep enough in the ground under a forest that if I hit outside world right now it’ll prove this planetesimal is flat.

Since science has pretty much proven that flat planetesimals don’t spin well and tend to break up, well, that wouldn’t bode well for me.

Sometimes, though, I’m the source of the light. Or rather, past me is. I’ll look across the chasm and see one of my own torches and think, “well, I’ve lived this long, and I’ve been here before, so I’m likely to live through this again.”

It’s a small comfort, but a comfort anyway.

Day 783:

I’m still digging down to try to gather more diamonds.

After a certain point there’s not much to talk about when it comes to “I am still digging down every day and hauling what I find back up to the higher levels.”

Still, there is some beauty in it. I still get sunlight through the skylights I’ve installed. I originally made them so that I could see where I was. I dug up to the surface to get my bearings, then set some glass in so I could get capture the light.

Now I’m down deep enough that it’s hard to see through the skylights because the window frames are blocking my view, but it still means I get real sunlight.

Of course, the fact that I do most of my mining at night doesn’t help that…

Day 782:

I’m indoors today, venturing down into the deeper sections of my mine to try to find diamonds — and to avoid the murderers above me.

I showed you a picture recently of what it was like when I blocked in a lava fountain.

There are, as you may have guessed, also water fountains here, and they can play some serious havoc on the environment. And by havoc I mean pushing zombies at you in flood waters, making the floor slippery, and generally just drowning you to death.

On the other hand, I have also mentioned that gravity here is pretty weak. It’s so weak that sometimes I can swim up a flow of water that’s going 100% vertical. That shouldn’t be possible, but it’s mighty convenient.

Here’s a picture of one of the waterfalls in my mines, which i sometimes use as transportation, and sometimes use because I’m thirsty, or it’s fun.

Day 781:

So there I was, minding my own business by chopping down a mountain, when suddenly a whole bunch of those murderers with the crossbows showed up again.

I’m not going to pretend they don’t have a right to be mad at me chopping this mountain down. I’d like to think that they’d be grateful, but, well, I was taught way too much Earth history to believe that even a one-person colonialist force could come to a place and wreck other people’s land and be welcome.

They legitimately have no reason to welcome me here.

But on the other hand I have no intention of dying by crossbow bolt either.

I slipped down the other side of the mountain (sometimes literally) to escape them, and now I think i’ll be spending a few days underground mining in this general direction. I still need more diamonds anyway.