So last night I was doing some digging as would be expected when expanding a subterranean lair. I miscounted and breached my own defenses. Luckily it was day, unfortunately there were creepers waiting for precisely this folly. The fight that followed would surely have earned me a nod of respect from John Rambo and a T1 unit had they been present to bear witness. Stick and move, stick and move...dance like a butterfly, sting like a bee...the best offense is a good defense...U need a beer...they all ran thru my head. Then disaster, I got stuck in a corner, I heard that telltale hiss, and BOOM!! (facepalm)
Two min ir so later I finally look up expecting the red tinted screen with the game over message with the inevitable restart only to see a clear screen and health regenerating! I don't know how nor do I know why, but apparently the gods of dust and creepers decided to kill me another day. No armor, and my chosen tool of destruction is an alumite mattock.
As I still stand, day 188. Hard way, no bed. No sync chamber. Still have yet to start PC quests. Since I just had the bejeezus scared outta me again, I'm sure I can make it 12 more days to reach that magic 200 day milestone. I'm going to have a party and make pie. All my friends will be there too, that toenail clipping I call Tom, the creeper head twins Richard and Rita, Skelly Head Shelly, the bit of bellybutton lint named Lucy, that underarm hair named Arnold, and even the leader of the substance abuse group (aka zombies) Lindsay Lohan will be invited. Oh and we can't forget my invisible imaginary friend Bob.
I think maybe I've spent too much time in the sun...or maybe the fever is coming back.....
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