day 67
I made a wrong turn leaving my base. Without the marks on my map I do get lost rather easily. I ended up heading far into the desert, instead of cutting across the narrow end. I thought it would be a shortcut. Instead I found a lake of lava. All the obsidian I'll need for a long, long time. This heavy brass pick is as slow as such a thing could be and still be sucessful, and yet I find a strange enjoyment from this.
I found some strange minerals under the sand, where a cliff face exposed the underlying rock. It's described as saltpeter. I suspect that I could make something, not unlike what causes the creepers to be ssssssssssssssso volatile from this, but I think I will wait. I have no pressing need to explode at the moment, not as they do it.
But while I was up that cliff, I spotted a villiage. I was several days spreading torches and checking on the villagers. In exchange for the extra help keeping the town safe they premitted me to harvest some from the gardens. I found that with the extra supplies I needed to make a diggers backpack to go with my miners backpack. They fill fast, but it's better then carrying the weight in my pockets.
The huge tree at the edge of town was infested with spiders. It took me a while to passify them, and I was poisoned in the process. For some reason they where guarding a record.
I took a differnt path home, and I almost fell into a hole. A moment of thought and I jumped in anyway. Some say yolo, but I'm not in hardcore, so why not? My instincts are as solid as ever, for the one exit of this cave lead me right to a skeleton spawner. A bit of work and I'd dug most of it exposed to the sky, and filled the rest with torches. There's even another cave path from here. I'll come back to this, if these notes survive. Oh, there was another record. A jukebox needs a diamond needle, if it's to play records without destroying them, and yet such a machine is growing more tempting with each of these prizes I bring home.
The best prize might still be the rubber tree saplings. Not the huge mutants from the jungle, but the smaller, more easily maintained kind. With these I might just start a real farm. The steel helm is as well a worthy prize. I am proud of this dig. Though, I do admit, I am not sure what to make of this purple pickax. There was never anything called thaumium in the world I came from.
But no sooner then I got home, did I remember, I left the items at the OTHER spawner in the chests. Wasn't that what I left to get?
Day 90
I remember trips like this. I remember being this lost. It happened in the twilight place. That forest. The one I was in before I somehow got sent here. On one of those amazing, lost trips, if the little gnomes had not kept bringing me food, I would have starved. On that one I turned half a stack of iron into picks and shovels as I worked. That day, was a good day.
This day makes that one look like a swim in the lava. Start with the simple fact of finding two spider spawners, a zombie spawner and a skeleton spawner. Though they where spread over hundreds of blocks I am confident I will find use from them. I went down with baked potatoes to keep me going, and some small bread. The chests saved me from growing hungry as I pared down my possessions, time and time again. The ore was so good that I turned around without completely exploring the caverns. There is a grand and huge mine down there, long abandoned, stretching over chasms of lava gashed through the earth. I will return, and not just to make best use of the spawners.
To try to put things in perspective, I think I used twice the tools of the fun in the forest. Saplings in reward chests, and bonemeal where needed to keep me in wood for torches and for my tools. Armor kept breaking, kept being replaced, chain, steel, more iron. So many pieces. Bows dropped, taken, used, broken. A struggle of attrition... So, what did I escape with that was worth so much?
Simplest first, two records more, though one is again "far" that tune has it's uses, and I am okay with this.
21 shards of magical water. I suspect this means I was mostly under the ocean. There where only 2 fire ones within. The 7 earth make me suspect that the rest was under the jungle. 12 glowing amber, 8 pure vis, and I did leave a few deposits of other crystals, I simply lacked the room. You will understand soon.
2 fragments of lost knowlege, and a book that glows with enchantment for bows.
Rarest of all rewards, not one, but 10 drones, steadfast, brave, powerful.
Of ordinary minerals, I count only what I left with. Not what I left behind, not what was consumed in the effort. Of iron, two stacks. Ordinary tin, two stacks, 16 ingots. Copper, 1.5 stacks ore, a dozen in raw ingot. Half a stack of silver, a stack of lead, 24 of cinnabar.
42 rubies, 29 and 19 of the sapphire, less the green. Of lapis I found a stack. And redstone I have finally found a stack to supply myself with. Twice that. Two stacks of Nikolite.
Uranium, 15 times I found this. More then I'd ever seen before.
That strange purple metal that I saw in a pickax, 5 ingots in the raw form.
I had to fight creepers for the gold. This time every time I saw some, there where creepers trying to destroy it. Of them, only 8 ore survived. This did give me the luck of revealing a small vein, 4 diamond.
If there are words beyond rare, and lucky, I require them, for I found 4 raw Ferrous Ore, and even one Tungsten.
If this is not enough for me to start my base with may a creeper find my chests tasty and force me to start over with less, for there is no excuse possible here and now.
Yes, if this is not enough, then force me to make do with less, so that I might be proper and humble.
