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February 28, 2012, 12:38:48 PM

Offline Laz

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Day 1
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Iím cast ashore in my own little world.
Where am I? Itís some sort of sand spit. I trudge over to the next island over and climb to the top to get the lay of the land. Itís a bay with four or five islands strung across it. I dubbed this area Cape Curly and the Pointy Archipelago, and claimed it in the name of Me.

Then I beat on a tree until it fell apart. Built a workbench and some tools. With my trusty pick-axe Wilson at my side, Iíll tame this empty land.

Or maybe not so empty. At night, something was growling. Something I donít think I want to meet.

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Day 14
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Frickiní cows. Frickiní pigs. Frickiní sheep. Weirdest thing is they all swim. They just wander off the beach and start bobbing around out there on the water with a blithe unconcern for the proprieties. It sounds like thereís some sort of bizarre bovine laundry out there some mornings.
Iím trying to decide if the birds are chickens or ducks. They make a chicken noise, but they swim like ducks. Itís confusing.

Wilson and I have been opening up the top of the island, looking in vain for coal. After dying a lot every night, I learned to close off the top of my mine with stone and a skylight. So now I have a snug little den to go into when the sun goes down.

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Day 36
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The foolish man built his house upon the sand... .
Around here itís not so foolish. Sand is a great building material. Except for the fact that hitting sand often means Iím about to become bunk-mates with the briny deep. What I get for digging on an island, I guess. Iíve taken to marking safe-digging lines with all this waste-rock Iíve been chiseling out. Otherwise, itís one block too many and Iím swimminí with the fishes again.
Except there are no fish. Still up to my eyebrows in barnyard stock, though. Where the heck are they coming from?

Still no coal, so that means no torches. I seem to be safe in here, but the nights seem awfully long sometimes.

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Day 40
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As the sun came up this morning, something outside the walls exploded. It didnít do too much damage to the wall, and I was planning on taking out the top of that hill anyways. Wilson and I did some math on the resultant hole, and figured out any walls I build better be at least three blocks thick.
Still no coal. If one of those exploding things gets up on top of my cavern, itís going to break a LOT of glass when it goes. Better start working on the walls again.

Accidentally assaulted a sheep when it stepped between me and some tree parts I was smacking with Wilson. Now itís running around naked, and I have three blocky, little cotton-ball things. What do I do with these!?

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Day 52
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I spend my days harvesting and planting wood or scouting around. Every night I go to my tunnel and lay a thick stone wall between me and whatís out there. Still havenít found coal. With the wood and sand I can make glass, so thereís plenty of windows. Itís a little weird to be digging fifty-plus blocks deep by moonlight.
I love watching the sky. I built big glass windows to the east and west so I can watch the sun and moon go up and down. Itís pretty over the water and it makes it easy for me to know when itís safe to go outside. At night there a whole lot of nasty things.

My current favorite unfriendly is this giant spider that likes to jump on top of my skylights in the middle of the night and dance some sort of arachnid Watusi. Just about gives me a heart attack when the moon is right behind him and I catch it out of the corner of my eye. I bet my blocky backside that thing isnít there to ask me to dance, too. Frickiní creepy.

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Day 84
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New ugly thing showed up tonight down in the big left tunnel. Must have come from that natural hole I found. Too rattled to remember the sword; I hit it with Wilson. That didnít seem to do enough damage. Green like the other one, but has four legs and no arms. How does it even eat? I had just enough time to wonder about that before I found out first hand.
You donít want to know.

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Day 92
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FOUND COAL! Three layers of blocks down, right below the remote little sand spit where I respawn after something eats me. Sigh. Isnít that always the way? If Iíd just headed for China that first night instead of thinking about resources and defenses, I would have been a much happier camper.
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Day 138
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This plan of digging the galleries by just expanding on where I dug up random deposits of coal and ore has a downside. Iíve ended up with a sort of central hallway with seven staircases leading down into it now, and from there I went off in all directions and levels. It looks like M.C. Escherís foyer, and I keep getting lost trying to get back to my diggings. Iím going to have to go down there and straighten that out.
Got tired of respawning out on that stupid little backwater sand-spit at the end of the chain and trying to run back to my secure spot in the very unfriendly dark, so Iíve started fortifying that area. The plan is to respawn within secure walls where thereís some backup armament, and THEN go back out to try to kill whatever just ate me so I can get my stuff back.

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Day 180
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What the heck is THAT!? It looks like a skeleton, but it shoots arrows at me. Oh yeah!? Iíve killed enough spiders now to make my own bow and arrow. Eat that, )@&^&@&!
Oops! I apparently canít hit the broad side of a barn from the inside with this thing. It's dead, but Iím out of arrows. I need feathers to make more.

I am become Death, destroyer of chicken/duck thingies. Chuckens?

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Day 264
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Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane... . Iíve had that running through my head a lot today. Though, strictly speaking, the situation would be best described by saying it the other way around. My fortifications are sort of growing together, and the spot at the top of the island where Iíve been growing trees is getting too shaded between the walls and those crowns grown together floating in the air where that one tree got too tall to harvest.
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Day 283
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Short-term solution to tree problem: lighting that courtyard up like the Luxor Hotel. Long term, Iím going to have to build some new land for a tree farm. I am NOT skimping on the walls. After all my dealings with things that go bump in the night around here, my motto is if you donít die when you fall off, the wallís too short. Wilson agrees.
Found more coal. Right under the road Iíd been putting off building due to other projects. Not funny, God.

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Day 300
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The sun has set on a day of cultivating my farm. Found 16 seeds in the grass and got them planted over in my designated patch. Then I just beat everything around them with a hoe until it wore out. Hope that helps.
Tonight thereís a horrible groaning noise thatís following me wherever I go. Have we finally got a fish of some sort? It sort of sounds like whale-song.

After some stumbling around under the far left staircase, I found what was moaning and put it out of both our miseries by filling it full of arrows. Was not a whale. This one didnít explode. Go me!

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Day 321
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Found a way to keep Creepy Spider from swimming out and screeching at me all night through the window. I built a beach under it and planted it with a row of cactus. It let me get rid of some of this extra sand Iíve got laying around, and it also let me take out that lone cactus on the next beach over that keeps making me think itís one of those green things with the extra legs silhouetted against the rising sun when I catch it out of the corner of my eye in the morning. Stupid thing just beats itself to death on them now. Three or four screeches and itís done.
Now that Iíve got the knack, this garden stuff is fairly easy. The trick is to plant enough seeds in one place to give it a sort of critical mass and make sure no grass grows around it. Then go out there and cultivate all the open spaces once a day or so. Keep it going by planting new seeds in those open spots. The shoots grow taller, and then eventually turn golden and disappear. They didnít die - you find them turned into little wheat sheaves floating among the other stalks.

This eveningís task: Play grain tic-tac-toe with the workbench and the furnace until I figure out how to eat it.

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Day 334
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Iíve got it down to a science now. Three hoes + five pickaxes + two axes + two shovels + one sword + five arrows = one day and nightís work. Give or take on the arrows. Green things are still stupid, but frickiní skeletons are learning how to circle strafe.
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Day 348
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Whose brilliant idea was it to teach the skeletons to ride Creepy Spider into battle!? To add insult to injury, two respawns and about 30 arrows later, the jerk blew up anyway and took out a corner of the big fountain courtyard, flooding my flowerbed. What I get for erroneously deciding that Iíd lighted the under-construction causeway brightly enough to keep the zombies away so I can keep working after sundown.
No rest for the wicked. Right, Wilson?

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