#dooglrcraft

[dooglrcraft-blog]

Day 7: I’m alive. Underground there is no concept of day or night. As I chipped away at the walls of the world the only sense of day or night was the placement of torches and the eat of rations. I believe it has been 2 days since I began my ventures under the earth. I have made great progress, pulling up ores and minerals that I intend to make use of. I have built a forge and in the coming days I intend to build new tools to help me in quest. For now, I will take a well deserved nap and dream of the sky.

[dooglrcraft-blog]

Day 5: I realize that in order to shape these lands I will need the tools to get the job done. I have opened up the ground beneath my feet. I feel like a mouse burrowing in to the belly of the giant. What treasures will I find, what dangers will come upon me. My pick axe in one hand and my lamp in the other, I venture down into the world below. If this is the last thing written in my journal, there is a good chance I am dead. I have no regrets, only ambition at this point. If I die, it will be in pursuit of a noble enterprise.