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The following was found scrawled in scraps and fragments in various hands, all deposited in a particular corner of the fortress, for reasons unknown.I should never have joined the crew to construct the topside of the project. I have been underground too long, and the sun-sickness kept me from evading the rampaging skelk that came for us. While the others made it safely inside, I weaved, disoriented and blinded, and wandered into the hills - soon surrounded.
Though managing to escape the first encounter with no serious injuries, I stumbled off in the wrong direction yet again, seeing the fort in the distance too late - only when the four beasts stood between it and me.
The brutalization of my tender mortal flesh was far from over - and after I had finally writhed free of their clutches and staggered around them toward the entrance, they managed to close to me once, twice more to kick my ribs and bowl me over. Wheezing blood in the snow and crawling, I thought I was finished--
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Update:The damn skelk followed me down, and I was too weak to get away. But I had one trick left up my sleeve, one plan, one masterstroke...
Go down fighting like a dwarf.
My remaining arms may have been a useless limp thing on my torso, but I swung it anyway, and by Armok I connected. I fought that damn skelk as it made its way down the corridor, battering and goring me, even as it
bit me in the eyelid and shook me by it... And I led the damn beast right into the traps.
I had but a moment to gasp for my breath - it wasn't coming easily, gurgle might be a better verb - when two more clattered down the ramp. I turned and staggered away from them, trying to escape - they were finished by the traps as well... but my vision faded, and went black.
Something of a setback.
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So, I think now might be the most appropriate time for me to bow out (semi)gracefully, and donate the remaining half of my turn to someone else. This has been rather obviously not the best time for me to have a turn (for a large variety of reasons) leading to my poor follow through on updates. This would, sadly, mean leaving my half-finished monstrosity of an engineering project for someone else to figure out or not, but in a way isn't that how all such projects should be?
I'd be happy to go on (its certainly not that I don't WANT my turn) if it be the will of the Fortress, but I can't really promise much of an improvement in my pace.
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Topic: Hellcannon (Succession: Battlefailed 3) (0.31.25) (DEAD) (Read 802811 times)