|Boxter is so excited to leave that he appears to be actually trying to phase through the glass.|
|Nothing too scary... and a pretty red flower.|
|I count two creepers and two bears.|
|Ouchouch - whee - ouch|
|Epic desert door worthy of Raiders of the Lost Ark.|
"Hey," said Boxter, as we crested yet another terrific hill. "Did you want to know the answer to that pegasus density question?"
"Sure," I said, taking falling damage as we walked off a small cliff.
"Well, I had to make some assumptions. I assumed that the rate of pegasus sightings increases by a rate of 10% of its initial concentration every kilometer."
"Ten percent? How did you come up with that number?"
"...okay. So when can we start seeing one pegasus per day?"
"Never. The initial pegasus concentration is zero. I don't believe they exist."
I laughed, as we narrowly avoided plunging into a scary cave. "I've seen one before. I know there is - was - at least one."
"Well, I didn't see it. If it really existed, where is it now?"
"It died in a horrible ceiling accident."
"I'm serious! It was cobblestone weasels or something. They pulled it up into the ceiling and ate it."
"Look, if you don't even believe in pegasus, then why are you on this journey with me?"
I was going to argue more, but by then it was getting late, and it was time once more to embark on the frantic ballet that is trying to get both me and the horse safe in shelter by nightfall. Potential shelter after potential shelter turned out to be a Scary Cave, including one that contained a Spooky Cow, so by dusk I just hunkered us down in a slight depression in a hillside, and spent the next few moments madly trying to construct a shelter that also contained a horse. The second bit was the hardest.
It's testimony to my level of anxiety about that night's shelter-building that I don't have any screenshots from the entire process, and there's quite a large time gap until the next picture emerges, with rough cobblestone walls and most of a ceiling and a long slit up high that skeleton snipers probably can't aim through. I notice I also had healed my health before daring to take a picture.
|Boxster was under a Spell of Haystack here, so he bounced up and down in the same place, ceaselessly, the entire night through.|
|Taken during one of my mad panicked dashes up the stairs.|
|Uh-oh. Spider butt.|