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Day 659:

Came out of my cave this morning and got jumped by six zombies, two skeletons, and an exploding giraffe-corgi.

Somewhere along the lines the zombies and the skeletons started fighting, but not until someone, I’m still not sure who, had managed to shred the seat out of my armor.

Let me just say that when you’re in the middle of a firefight for your life, suddenly feeling a breeze in the nether regions is not exactly what you’re looking for.

I’ve got the situation straightened out now, minus a good number of cuts and bruises. I’m seriously considering the possibility of taking a day off tomorrow.

Day 658:

It’s time for me to admit that I’m apparently too frightened to head toward the village.

I mean, it’s fair to be afraid, right? I spent a long time here thinking I was the only live humanoid, and once I did meet other people they either wanted to sell me things or kill me.

Not exactly encouraging. Even having grown up in a capitalist society.

So I don’t want to go to the village, which is why I’m literally as far way as I can manage, mining things and building a map and doing things that have no relevance whatsoever to getting to the village.

I don’t think it’ll stay this way forever, but I do think it might take me a while to snap out of it. So in the meantime, I’m at least admitting that I’m not making progress toward my goal because I’m afraid my goal will try to murder me. And I think that’s a step in the right (mental) direction.

Day 657:

I finally decided to just camp in a relatively secure spot in the mine I’m digging last night and got some sleep. I turned around this morning and there was the route out of the cave. Sleeplessness does strange things to the brain, I would swear those markers weren’t there yesterday.

Anyway, home safe and making myself a new pair of boots because the old pair fell apart when a skeleton shot me in the foot. My foot’s fine, the boots not so much.

Day 656:

I’ve dug such a deep and meandering pit I have no idea how to get out of here.

Fortunately I have a good bag of supplies with me and a solid pickaxe.

Unfortunately, I have no idea if I’ll come up under water or under something breathable.

But that’s the risk, right? If I had mapped this mess I wouldn’t have this problem.

On the other hand, I’d have a map so big I’d needed horses to follow me carrying it.

Day 655: Still digging under the mountains that I sculpted a few months ago. Had no idea all this ore was here. Kind of handy, actually, won’t be running out of anything anytime soon. And if I handle it right I could release it into the market slowly enough to get rich without tanking everything else.

I’ll probably need lawyers and things. I wonder if they take pay in granite.