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 Chekhovās gun that Iāll 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 itās 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 isnāt for them. Itās 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 Coāporal Coppy Coppa. Heās 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.
Heās a bit of a dumbass, but I love him. If you hate him, I donāt know what Iāll do, but itās not gonna be pretty.
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