I was so naive, stumbling through that first fort several months back. I made countless rookie mistakes; the top mistake was naming my dwarfs after my wife and kids. It was only summer of the first year. My fond of ale fisherdwarf named for my wife was out netting some scrumptious pike from the river running outside our fortress. The alligator... it's menacing teeth ... latching on to her ... overtaking her ... too much ... too strong ... blood everywhere... in the river... on the shore... her slain corpse tattered on the sand...
Why didn't I understand this prophesy earlier? This game devoured my wife.
There was a time when I helped out with raising my children, cooked dinners, cleaned up, and vacuumed. I even walked the dog on occasion. Time wasters. I now do those things quickly and without pleasure only to gain some goodwill tokens from my beautiful wife so I can play DF unhindered by scowls and interruptions.
Unfortunately, my wife decided this Friday would be a good night to get a babysitter for the kids and spend a night on the town, drinking and carousing with friends. Does that mean no DF? But it's the weekend...
Help me make it through the night. I'm already OCD-ing on the horrific path-finding dumped on my circuits by the horrible layout of our city's downtown. Thankfully, there is enough booze stockpiles layered about, but the untrapped and unmoated outer layers of the downtown have me already looking over every shoulder.
Please, give me advice on how I can real world DF to attain my fix and appease Almok.