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Day 698: Behind the pond cave was another pond cave.

Now that they’re both uncovered (I’ve been busy the last two days), one flows into the other like a cute little waterfall. A cute little waterfall with enough force to knock me off my feet.

I still think the gravity here is too low. Well, it’s below Earth-Standard-Normal anyway.

And I’m probably not helping by digging it out. But on the other hand, I can carry a lot more, so I’m not complaining much.

Except when I get swept off my feet by a ducking stream…

Day 697:

Another hole in a hill, this one not a proper cave so much as an undewater pond. It’s brackish and smelly and it’s the first thing I’ve seen that makes me think there may be bacteria on this planet.

I don’t know what all I’m killing off, but I do know if I uncover it so it gets some sun there’s a much lower chance that zombies and skeletons will congregate here, so I’m changing it from being a cave-pond to a pond.

This means chopping a lot of trees down that are on the cave roof, but hey, I just used a lot of wood to build a road, so I’m not feeling super-guilty about that. Plus, I’ll grow more trees. Just not so many that murderers can hide in them this time.

Day 696: Found a cave in a hillside, filled with zombies.

It wasn’t what I was looking to find today. I thought about sealing it closed but if I dug into it from another angle later I wasn’t going to be very happy with myself. So I cleared it out, but now I’ve got a cut on my arm and I’m out of axes.  The cut is annoying, the fact that the cut makes my arm hurt when I make axes is worse.

So maybe a good night’s sleep back at my home base tonight before I go making more tools.

Day 695:

Found a lot of sand so I’m spending a lot of time in this river digging it up.

Thee underwater zombies aren’t plentiful, thank goodness, but they are annoying. The regular zombies barely have manners and these are worse.

But fortunately they’re slower than I am, so they haven’t been a real threat so far.

The exploding giraffe-corgis on the other hand are still a mess. But when they blow a hole in the side of the river bank, at least I have enough dirt to patch it closed again. The last thing I need is to be running along a nice flat surface and fall into a frogging river.

Day 694:

So, I’ve drawn my own personal marker around this block of land. Now what?

Seems the best thing to do is get it cleaned up so things can’t come and kill me as often. I mean, I’m digging to the west to gather supplies, and if I’m going to tromp all over this place it might as well be safe to do so.

Take today, for example: more murderers arrived to shoot at me. This wasn’t what I call a thrilling event. I shot back, only took one of them out, but they left, which was the goal.

If that big hill full of trees hadn’t been there, I might have seen them sooner, gone into hiding, and there wouldn’t have been any shooting.

So yeah, that seems like a good use of my daytime.

Nighttime is mostly digging west, and swatting the occasional zombie, as usual.