C22.
This is part of the #Dungeon23 challenge in which you make one room to a dungeon every day for a year. In an effort to link my memories to the creation, I am also writing a personal journal entry with each room that may or may not be related.
You don’t have to read that part.
C22.
The northern entrance to this area is barricaded by the Riglum Goblin camp from above. There are two guards outside who will let anyone who wants to go down, into the C level. Because it’s your funeral. Those goblins will not give anyone coming from the C level access to B27, unless they know them or can be convinced.
If you’ve been to B27 and are helping the Riglum find the hunting party that’s been lost, the Goblin Guards will tell you that they went through the southern corridor because going east only leads to Butazwein and Inosh’s wrath.
Anyone good at tracking will recognize that they did go south but then turned left towards C23.
3/27/23
Holy shit.
So it’s been a minute. If you recall the last time I wrote an entry I mentioned that I wasn’t feeling well and was extra sleepy.
Apparently that was the beginning of an illness that lasted the rest of the week. In fact, I went to bed after writing that journal entry and didn’t really get out of bed for the next two days. The third day after that was more of the same, but I was a little more capable of getting up after that. So I’d sleep a little, get up. try to move around. Sleep again.
Yesterday was the first real day that I felt normal, which was convenient because I was able to run D&D online for some buddies.
That was also the first real time I spent online. It was pretty nice to not be on the internet.
It’s been a while since I did an offline vacation, and getting sick reminded me I should probably do that more often. There’s something relieving about unplugging myself from the everflowing, rapidly altering, stream of reality that is the internet, and recognize that I won’t stop existing. That I don’t have to be apart of every moment in the effervescent silicon expansion.
This project did way on my mind though. I felt bad because I’d made it almost 80 days straight and I wanted to at least clear 100 before I missed one. It’s especially frustrating because it’s not like I was traveling or on an actual vacation. I was in the house. I mean yesterday was the first day I’d been in my office since I wrote the last entry here.
It gnawed at me and there was a moment yesterday where I thought, “okay, write your next room. It’s time to get back at it.”
And I told myself no.
Why?
I think it’s because I stressed myself out while I was already really ill, as opposed to actually celebrating how much I’ve accomplished. I should be happy that I’ve even made it this far.
It’s not the first time I’ve struggled with my health and a desire to keep being productive. I’ll tell you all about that tomorrow.
Until then I’ve got some rooms to think about.
See you tomorrow.
-jae
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