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Day 631:

While “mining” for sand, I came across yet another underground lake. This one was so close to the river that as soon as I sunk my shovel into the bank they collapsed into one.

So now I have an underground lake with a giant undertow that tries to suck me in any time I’m near it. Fixing that danger became today’s project.

Wasn’t my intent, but that’s the consequences of not watching where you’re digging.

Day 630:

I’m on the hunt for more sand. After getting knocked on the noggin last night I decided some sun and relative safety were in order.

(Okay, honestly, I’m probably safer in one of my caves, but sometimes the boogie men just get inside your head.)

Anyway, I’m on the eastern edge of the river, looking for sand. It almost looks like the environment over here changes… the big tall dark oaks are less prevalent and I think I actually see some conifers.

Of course since I’m on a planetesimal in the middle of space that may or may not have been an experiment on… crap. what’s the word? where you take the planet and make it livable by reengineering it to the molecular level?

that was a hell of a bump on the head.

anyway, re-bio-molecular-whatever-engineered, they might actually be conifers or they might be actual alien life that looks like a conifer but is planning to reach down and bite my head off. Hard to say from a distance.

To this place’s credit, the plant life has been relatively friendly so far.

Anyway, more sand hunting tomorrow most likely. It’s nice out.

Got clonked on the head by a zombie while I was mining to the northwest today. Not injured but was definitely knocked out… maybe it thought it killed me? I checked for zombie bites — isn’t that’s how they were supposed to work? Or was that vampires? Or warehouses? I can’t remember.

Anyway, heck of a headache, and my map is gone. I wonder why the zombies would want my map.

Day 628:

Remember when I said the sand was a bit down from where the swamp meets the river?

That turned out to be inaccurate. There’s pockets of sand all along the river.

And there’s more than one river: there’s one that snakes to the north and one that snakes to the south.

So there’s more sand here than I expected, which is good. Maybe I can worry slightly less.

Or maybe I’ll be worrying more because all this hauling things back and forth is doing a number on my back.

I need, like, a monorail system. Something high enough the monsters can’t reach me but low enough I don’t jump to my death every time I leave.

Yeah. I’ll concentrate on the sand for now.

Day 627:

I’m hauling as much sand out of the river as I can, but is it enough? The next place I’m going to find sand will likely be far from here, and that’s a problem if this isn’t enough to hold me until then.

It probably won’t be enough.

I’m running all of my furnaces full-time back at the caves to melt down the sand into glass and get it into a storable format because having bags of sand lying round when exploding giraffe-corgis like to sneak up on you is a good way to lose all your sand.

So it’s freezing in the water all day and hot in the caves all night. Plus, the duckens like my body heat so they’re crowding me if I try to sleep lower in the caverns than my furnace.

I hope this is enough. I hope it’s worth it.