Saturday, April 04, 2026

Let There Be Light (And Also Fire, Regrettably)



Last night’s recap – Let there be light – many trees were burnt to the ground in this week’s session, and many polar bears snuffed it.

Which, in hindsight, should have been the first warning that our interpretation of “electricity” would skew less toward “civilised infrastructure” and more toward “biblical smiting with incidental forestry damage.”


The Grand Vision: Electricity (In Theory)

Tonight's key objective was to bring electricity to our home, and power some sophisticated machinery to make composites so Myles could upgrade our communications tower to unlock some new projects.

A noble goal. A sensible goal. A goal befitting a group of seasoned professionals with decades of combined experience.

Naturally, this is not what happened.


When Dave Said “Let There Be Light”

When Dave said tonight's project was to let there be light, everyone took it a bit literally:

  • Zaph ran around in a thunder storm and was hit by lightning, and set on fire

  • Myles installed a standing torch next to the advanced textile workbench and set the bench on fire. Luckily the house was stone, so only the bench burned. And yes we blamed Craig

  • When Zaph asks for help to repair a wooden house at a mining site, Craig thinks the biggest help would be to burn the thing down and start from scratch – so he burnt it to the ground,with his flamethrower and set the forest and himself on fire

There are, broadly speaking, two kinds of people in the world: those who interpret “bring light” as “install infrastructure,” and Craig.

Craig, it turns out, interprets it as “become the infrastructure.”


The Craig-Free Golden Age

We kicked off an early session without Craig to do all the scut work around the house – move the fish traps, build a composter, add a power room over the lake, farm crops to sell to the trader, some mining, cook food, feed and water the animals, making various precursor components for the machinery to make the composites.

It was, for a brief and shining moment, what historians might call functional civilisation.

No fires.
No unexplained structural collapses.
No one screaming while engulfed in flames.

We achieved more in that window than in several previous sessions combined, which is statistically interesting and deeply concerning.


Polar Bears: A Study in Applied Ballistics

We did a mission to find exotics in the frozen waste, before you ask, yes, that frozen waste, home of the butt-kicking, horse-killing polar bears. The mission involved digging exotics out of a cave, fending off polar bears, then exploring the area to find exotic outcrops – in a hole in the ground, on the side of a rock outcropping, and down in a fissure in the ice. It paid well in cash and exotics.

Zaph had a rifle, and no, you can’t one-shot a polar bear. But he discovered that if you stand far enough back, you can shoot the poor cuddly white bear enough times that you can kill it before it eats you. The horses were very impressed with this discovery. Score Zaph 3 : Polar bears 0

This marks a significant advancement in scientific understanding:

Distance: still relevant.
Bears: still dangerous.
Zaph: increasingly smug.


A Night of Discovery (Mostly About Craig)

Tonight was also a night of many discoveries and inventions:

  • Zaph built a rifle for Dave. Dave discovered it is possible to one-shot Craig, putting him out of his misery, when he is running around on fire.

  • Craig discovered flamethrowers are the perfect tool for killing bees in caves.

  • Craig discovered hammers fix things, axes break them.

  • Dave discovered we can deploy scarecrows at deep mining sites to mark them on the map

  • Myles discovered how to strap a large water tank to his back and fill it at the water storage to refill the animal’s water troughs.

  • Myles discovered there is no end in sight for Dave’s need for and consumption of resources – he built many additional cupboards so that each type of ingot could have its own cupboard, and we still ran out of space for aluminium ingots. Dave swears they are useful for something.

  • Myles discovered someone was putting the overflowing aluminium ingots in every possible manufacturing device around the house. Dave blamed Craig.

  • Dave discovered that when you have enough coal, it is way more efficient than charcoal for turning Iron ingots into steel bloom, the precursor for steel. Dave organised extra trips to the automated coal mining machine.

  • Zaph discovered that composters really do speed up the breakdown of meat into animal waste by 1000% - Dave had told him that’s how it worked, but sometimes seeing is believing.

It is worth noting that Craig’s discoveries consistently involve fire, destruction, or the philosophical boundaries between the two.


The Theme Song (Because Of Course There Is One)

It wouldn’t be a recap without a theme song – this week – the Electricity Song – sung by Myles.

Yeah. Let me tell you how the power flows from the plant to your home.
Everybody knows. Well, actually, they don't.
So, let me explain the electrical journey, the power chain.
Power generation, that's where we begin.
Hydro, coal, nuclear. Let the turbine spin.
Solar panels convert sunlight, Wind turbines catch the breeze. Renewable energy.
Natural gas plants are firing up the steam.
Geothermal tapping Earth's internal heat beam.
Whatever the source, the goal is the same.
Turn the generators, electromagnetic game, Electrons flow through the wire.
They go from high to low Voltage changing as they flow.
Step it up. Bring it down. Break it down.
Through every single town. That's how electricity gets around.

Or in our case – Build a Biofuel generator, slap in a can of goo, hook up a battery rack and watch the power flow. Now, if we just had something to use the juice.


The Desert Plan (Also Known as “Dig First, Ask Questions Never”)

Finally, we decided to do a desert mission. Or in our case, dig a hole through a mountain to reach the desert.

A sentence that perfectly encapsulates both our ingenuity and our inability to take the obvious route.

Luckily, they shipped down some gear to assist us – a solar panel, a powered mining tool and the wiring tool. So we travelled to the cave, set up the drill, set up the solar panel, wired it up – well, Zaph did, we just followed along. But we all know when you turn on any kind of machinery, the wildlife attacks. So Myles built defences – spiky walls, hedgehogs, fences.

And of course, we then had to wait till the sunrise because solar panels don’t work in the dark. Next time, Dave muttered I am building a portable biofuel generator.

Progress: delayed by astronomy.


The Worm Incident (There Is Always a Worm Incident)

We turned it on, it didn’t work, Zaph fixed the broken connection, it powered up. The animals attacked – ignoring Myles’s defences, hordes of Cave Worms spawned inside the cave, spitting poison at the idiot standing next to the mining machine…. Dave.

Dave died, but he took a few worms with him. Myles ventured into the mine and killed the last couple of worms. Meanwhile, on the hill, our sniper (Zaph) asked if we needed any help as he worked on his tan.

Team cohesion remains a work in progress.


The Drill That Definitely Isn’t a Drill

Stupid drills explode on use – they don’t actually drill through the wall, it's more of an explosion, blowing a hole in the wall.

Of course, there was a second wall to get through, so we used the optional (kind of mandatory) call for additional equipment. Rinse and repeat, more worms attacked, and we survived.

Since the solar panels could be useful, we called down another set of equipment because you didn’t think of that, did you, silly developers who drop equipment pods through mountains into underground caves.


Desert Tourism (With Violence)

In the desert at last, we drank cool water from our canteens, or in Myles’s case, coffee, killed everything in sight – hyenas, scorpions, elephant, packed up and went home.

A peaceful, reflective interlude.


The Moment of Triumph (Ruined Immediately)

Myles and Dave built a materials processor to make composite paste, and an electric furnace to turn composite paste into composites, then, finally, the moment we had all been waiting for, the culmination of weeks of effort, Myles built and installed an encrypted signal device. Craig promptly ruined the moment by climbing on the roof and standing on it.

There is something almost poetic about it.


Powered by Rotting Meat

This week's adventure powered by composted rotting meat. Don’t eat that Craig!!!

He absolutely will.


Lessons Learned (Allegedly)

Did we learn or achieve anything this week?

We successfully built and installed the encrypted signal device. So now we have many more missions to do.

  • Myles learnt not to forget his lamp after leaving it in the machine to charge.

  • Zaph learnt to shoot Polar bears from a long, long way away.

  • Zaph learnt that there is an achievement for getting struck by lightning

  • Dave learnt to make ramps from ice to get out of fissures.

  • Dave learnt, after only 300 hours of playtime, how sickles work. Dave blamed the user interface, not the user.

  • Dave learnt you can get struck by lightning a second time, and there is an achievement for that.

  • Craig learnt hammers are for fixing things, axes are for breaking things, flamethrowers are for burning things down.


Achievements (A Catalogue of Questionable Life Choices)

Dave achieved – Sometimes it does (get hit by lightning twice), Not the Bees (build a fully upgraded bee hive)
Myles achieved – Decrypted (Install an encrypted communication device), Habitat acquired (Build a home for your new pet with bedding, food, and water)
Craig achieved – The bees (Kill bees with a flamethrower), Fired up (Burn down a shelter), It burns (Burn down a forest by running around on fire)
Zaph achieved – At least it never hits the same place twice (get hit by lightning)


Closing Remarks

Tune in next week when we do something, learn something, and die trying. And Craig burns something.

Statistically, several somethings.

Saturday, March 28, 2026

Ice, Ice Baby


Ice, Ice Baby – Or: How Dave Weaponised Confidence and Lost a Horse

In other words – any plan that involves shooting a polar bear can only end badly – just ask Dave’s horse.

It’s kind of like when Dave says – I have a plan.
Which, in our group, is less a reassuring statement and more of a public safety announcement. Sirens should sound. Lights should flash. Zaph should appear out of nowhere just to say, “No.”


Winchester 2.0: Now With 300% More Poor Decisions

With Zaph away (clearly the universe removing adult supervision), Dave declared it the perfect opportunity to work on Lakehouse 2.0.

Or as I have officially, cartographically, and spiritually named it: Winchester.

Dave’s “small extension” plan included:

  • Extending the workshop

  • Expanding the kitchen

  • Re-roofing the second storey

Which would “make room” (Dave optimism scale: extreme) for:

  • Two relocated beds

  • A biofuel oxite dissolver

  • A glass working bench

  • A fabricator

  • A forge

  • An upgraded textile bench

In essence, we were converting a lakeside retreat into an industrial complex powered entirely by copper shortages and denial.

Meanwhile, I was handling farming plots, watering duties, and gathering sulphur—because someone has to keep the group alive while Dave builds increasingly unnecessary infrastructure.

Dave took a break from construction to visit the automated mines, swapping empty biofuel cans for full ones and returning like a triumphant pack mule with Aluminium, Charcoal, and Gold.

We then did a full mining circuit for exotics and ores to feed Dave’s building spree. Every floor tile required iron nails. Every wall demanded leather, wood, and stone. Every device consumed copper like it was a lifestyle choice.

We even installed an automated copper drill behind the trader. Not because we were prepared. Because we were desperate.


Craig: Now With Flamethrower (What Could Possibly Go Wrong)

Back at the house, Craig was performing his assigned chores:

  • Feeding animals

  • Gathering wood for tree sap & biofuel

  • Collecting fibre

  • Mining silicate

  • Producing charcoal

Given last week’s revelation that Craig cannot be trusted with open fires, Dave proposed the obvious solution:

Give him a flamethrower.

A significant amount of valuable resources was poured into crafting this instrument of selective environmental collapse.

And then—against all logic—Craig used it responsibly.

He cleared vegetation.
He burned trees carefully.
He showed restraint.

This was deeply unsettling for everyone involved.


Musical Interlude (Rewritten for Legal Reasons and Emotional Accuracy)

With Craig refusing to immolate the countryside on cue, the planned Fire performance was abandoned. Instead, Dave delivered something closer to a dying walrus attempting rhythm:

Yo VIP, let's kick it Ice, ice baby Ice, ice baby
Alright stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention – a water reservoir, and an Ice Box
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights, and I'll glow
Deadly, when I play a dope
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gangway
You better hit bull's eye, the polar bear don't play
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

This would later prove to be less a song and more a prophecy.


The Ice Plan (Which Was Definitely About Ice and Not Death)

Like all great tragedies, this began innocently:

“The kitchen could use an ice-box.”

We also needed a water reservoir. Dave built both, then handed out shovels and declared we would go collect ice.

Already, the signs were there.


The Expedition: South, Because Of Course

I checked the map. We had two choices: west or south.

Like a fool, I asked Dave.

Dave noted there was a world boss to the west and immediately chose south—because clearly, that direction had never gone wrong before.

We set out:

  • Dave and I on horses

  • Craig on his buffalo

Progress was slow, as Dave stopped at every berry, soy bean, watermelon, and carrot like a man determined to forage his way into irrelevance.

Eventually, we neared our destination. I spotted a brown bear and advised caution.

Dave snuck up, took careful aim, and released.

One shot. Clean kill.

Dave immediately began questioning Zaph’s competence with bears.

This was the turning point. Hubris had entered the chat.


The Polar Bear Incident (Also Known As: The Beginning of the End)

At the pass, we began digging snow.

I spotted a polar bear and advised immediate evacuation.

Dave responded by sneaking up on it.

At this exact moment, Craig and I were both peacefully digging ice on the edge of the ice field, blissfully unaware that Dave had decided to initiate Operation: Poor Life Choices without notifying command, support, or anyone possessing a survival instinct.

He drew his bow.

He fired.

The arrow struck the polar bear… in the arse.

The bear flinched. Looked around.

Dave fired again. And again. Each shot landing with increasing concern and decreasing effectiveness.

Then the bear locked onto Dave.

And charged.

I yelled at Dave, cursing him for shooting a bear without warning anyone.

Dave, at this point, was fully committed to the “run and regret later” strategy.

The bear struck.

Dave was flung through the air, painting the snow in a tasteful red motif.

He attempted to mount his horse.

The bear disagreed.

As Dave lay dying, his final vision was his horse bravely fighting the bear—and losing.


Score Update

Polar Bear: 2
Dave & Horse: 0


Recovery Operations (Featuring Craig, Somehow Competent)

I lured the polar bear away on horseback while Craig—yes, Craig—snuck back and resurrected Dave.

Dave recovered the saddle.

“I will never forget you – Iron Hauler 2.0,” he sobbed.

Which would have been more moving if he hadn’t immediately gone back to digging ice.


Because He Learned Nothing: The Black Bear Sequel

I returned to scouting and issued another warning:

“Be careful—black bear incoming.”

Dave stopped digging. Drew his bow. Crept forward.

You already know how this ends.

Black Bear: 1
Dave: 0

Craig resurrected Dave again.

At this point, we had transitioned from expedition to mobile revival service.


Return to Winchester (Now With Ice and Emotional Damage)

We returned home, loaded the water reservoir, and stocked the ice chest.

Dave, now traumatised by nature, retreated indoors to play with the glass working bench.

He produced reinforced glass windows and doors.

We ran out of materials with eleven gaping window holes in the second storey.

Winchester continues to evolve in ways no one understands.


The Beacon of False Hope

I asked Dave when my encrypted communication beacon would be ready.

I had everything except titanium plates and composites.

We used the fabricator to make the titanium plates.

All that remained was composites.

“How do we make those?” I asked.

Dave opened the Icarus knowledge base.

“Uh huh… got that… got that… we have some of that…”

Pause.

“Oh.”

I gave him the look.

“What do we need?”

“Electricity,” he said. “And an electric metal refiner. And some other thing. And a power substation.”

“So next week then?”


The Mysterious Burning Bridge

We ended the night with what can only be described as a literary masterpiece:

The Famous Five and the Mysterious Burning Bridge

I stepped outside, looked over the lake, and noticed something deeply wrong.

“Who built the busted wooden bridge out over the lake?”

Craig denied everything.

Dave pointed out that he uses stone now, citing the lake walkway as evidence of personal growth.

We went to sleep.

Moments later, Craig woke us:

“Who set my bridge on fire?!”

We looked.

The bridge was not on fire.

Craig insisted it was.

We both streamed.

  • Craig’s stream: bridge on fire

  • My stream: perfectly fine

At this point, the possibilities were:

  1. Icarus itself rejecting Craig’s construction

  2. Dave secretly acquiring the flamethrower

  3. Reality giving up

Some mysteries are not meant to be solved.


Lessons Learned (Debatable)

We learnt:

  • Craig can be trusted with fire

  • Craig cannot be trusted with construction

  • A small success goes to Dave’s head, driving logic out

  • The biofuel composter would work better if Craig stopped stealing the inputs


Achievements

  • Dave: Thirsty Work, Idiot (killed by a Polar Bear)

  • Myles: Herding Cats

  • Craig: For Me (burn down a forest using a flamethrower)

  • Zaph: Night Off


Next Week

We attempt to install a waterwheel on a lake with no flowing water to generate electricity to power something to make composites so I can unlock harder missions.

Because clearly, what this group needs…
is more complexity.


Footnote: The Bit Dave “Forgot” (Conveniently)

* It should be noted for the official record—since accuracy matters, and Dave’s memory is apparently selective at best—that Dave also forgot to mention the bit where he abandoned me in a mine, left to process the iron ore in the forge—alone—as the night and a storm closed in.

Only to have a Black bear start eating my horse, which required me to single-handedly kill it, because clearly that was now my problem.

Immediately following this, a large spider decided to join the evening’s festivities, which I also killed—again, alone—because teamwork had apparently been cancelled for the night.

At this point, having reached my quota for “unexpected wildlife encounters while unsupervised,” I packed up the ingots and the forge, and headed out into the storm to try and find my way home before dying of exposure.

It was a rough night.