Log #3
I needed glass.
So I sailed… past the seven oceans… to reach the river right behind where I live.
Found a really tall mountain with holes in its side. Definitely not a Chekhov’s gun that I’ll venture into someday.
Collected some sand and, on the way back, stumbled upon a massive pumpkin patch. Took what I could and headed home.
Smelted the sand into glass. Thanks to that, my house is close to completion now.
I still live in the caves, though, so it’s always a hassle every morning, driving out the creepers that spawn inside my house. Buggers.
They explode 50% of the time, all the time.
But my hatred isn’t for them. It’s for the skeletons.
Bane of my existence, those scrawny fucks.
Do they use sniper scopes? Stormtroopers got nothing on them.
Anyway...
I made a copper golem. His name is Co’poral Coppy Coppa. He’s a copper who arrests robbers, retired, took a bullet to the knee (do they even have knees?), and now works at my logistics facility, aka the storage room.
He’s a bit of a dumbass, but I love him. If you hate him, I don’t know what I’ll do, but it’s not gonna be pretty.
— AN
