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Are your booze stockpiles restricted or are your dwarves wounded? That could do it, couldn't it?

Urist McNoble: I do like slade, but I think the talents of my constituents will be better applied creating items out of a material that is actually obtainable.

Urist McNoble: It sure is a downer that the smiths were not able to make that candy furniture I wanted. I will accept the fact that we do not have sufficient supplies of candy for this, and get on with my life.

Urist McPeasant: I'm not going out into the hordes of gobbos. It's only a sock.

Urist McHammerer: One of the nobles has clearly had a lapse of judgement. I will not bludgeon a random dwarf to death because a completely unrelated dwarf was unable to fill a clearly impossible demand.

Urist McFisherdwarf: I have fished all of the pools near the fort dry. I will now assist the haulers with moving all of this stone that's lying around.

Urist McMilitiadwarf: Combat is dangerous. I must make sure that I am properly armed and armored before I go out to join battle.

Urist McDigger: Channeling the ground out from under my coworker would be dangerous, impractical, and stupid. I will wait until he moves to dig that patch out.

Urist McDwarf: I'm going to get my cat spayed. It's the responsible thing to do.

Quote from: Ria Hawk on June 18, 2012, 08:49:06 am

Ah, thanks. I had turned off cooking plump helmets, but I didn't realize that meant they'd leave the seeds. I just assumed they were eating the things, seeds and all, since I kept getting job cancellation spam for lack of seeds. I suppose that just meant my planters didn't have enough for the whole field.

When someone eats a plant and leaves seeds behind someone has to pick up the whole bag of plump helmet seeds, walk over to the dining room, and put the seed inside preventing the farmers from working.

Well, that's new. Serves me right for missing a couple versions, I guess. And naturally, my farms are about six levels above the dining hall, though not horizontally far away. Oh well. I suppose that means I can safely ignore most of the cancel job spam.

Dear Urist McBroker-

So you'll find anything else to do but trade with the Mountainhomes caravan, despite my ordering you not to do anything else. What the hell were you doing hauling things to the depot anyway? And once you did, why not just, I dunno, stay there and do your damn job? Not that anyone else was doing it. I did say anyone could trade, and no one did, but I still hold you entirely responsible for the caravan leaving before I could trade for supplies we desperately needed, what with the population explosion.

And then to add insult to injury, you'll trade with the damn hippies without complaint? Admittedly, the cloth will be somewhat useful, as I haven't got anything remotely resembling a cloth industry yet. I've been too busy scrambling to grow enough food. You know, the stuff I wanted you to buy from the dwarven caravan. Thanks to you, we will be entirely without plump helmets and all they make until the caravan next year. I hope you're proud of yourself.

You've been demoted to hauling duties, and the random peasant who mooded into a legendary stonecrafter will be getting your room in the noble quarter. Consider yourself lucky I don't have magma yet.

- Your Irate Overseer

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Dear Urist McLegendaryStonecrafter-

Some might say a slate scepter isn't the most useful of artifacts. But you not only used the most common stone we have, but the only other things you wanted were some random bones left over from pet population control. You didn't even want some of the few shells we have. Due to your newfound legendary status, you will now be in charge of producing the main economic export and will be assigned a nicer, larger room in the noble quarter. Carry on.

- Your Appreciative Overseer

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Dear All Other Urists-

Stop eating all the damned plump helmets. We need those for booze. You're eating them so fast that I can't even keep the farming going, because you're not leaving seeds. We have seven kinds of berry and duck eggs all over the place. We're getting honey. Stop eating the plump helmets.

- Your Facepalming Overseer

Dear Recent Casualties-

That burrow command? Yeah, that wasn't a suggestion. If you haunt me because of your own stupidity, your slabs will be going straight into the magmaworks.

- Overseer

Dear Embark Site Selection Committee-

I petitioned the committee for a site with, I thought, I very reasonable list of requirements. No aquifer. Some soil, to farm on. Metals at various heights because WE ARE DWARVES. And flux stone, because steel is necessary. You gave me a list of several suitable sites, though I wonder why you seemed so insistent on my embarking in either sinister areas or areas infested with Armokdamned unicorns.

After exhaustively sifting through each prospective site, I have to ask, would it really have been that hard to tell me that there was no flux stone, apparently anywhere in the world?

Designate a wall to be built where you don't want your dwarves standing around.  Suspend the wall before anyone tries to go build it.  Remove the build order when you don't need it.  Dwarves prefer to stand in clear space over space designated to be walled.

WAT.

WHAT IS THIS.

AUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!

I could have not lost about eight dorfs to walling accidents...

.... Such a shame it wasn't cycloptic.

Then it would be a One-Eyed, One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater.