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« on: October 27, 2011, 02:01:17 pm »
Okay, Trampletongs has taught me a number of very useful things:
- It's difficult to use the fortress defense mod AND fullfill citizen mandates.
- That's because the fortress defense mod was crafted by a sadist whose only purpose it is to hurt me in various ways.
- Use more screenshots.
- Christopher Walken is kinda badass.
- Refrain from dying.
- Seriously, the fortress defense mod = pain.
So, with this in mind I present to you:
RAZORTHORN, the second experiment in citizen mandates. Yes, the random name generator actually gave me a name as awesome as 'Razorthorn'. Seriously, 'Razorthorn', how awesome is that?
So here's how this is gonna work:
- Everybody can get dorfed (You can only have one dwarf at a time though.) Feel free to give me a little info on your dwarf's appearance, personality and/or backstory and I'll try to incorporate it into the story. If you don't I'll just make stuff up.
- Every citizen of the fort can make mandates that I will have to fullfill (I might ignore a mandate, but only if it's too difficult/unfun/fort-destroying/time-consuming/undwarvenly)
- Mandates can be pretty much anything. Adamantine shoes for everyone? No problem. Solid gold bedrooms? Sure! A magma-powered jacuzzi in the dining room? Of course! Sky's the limit.
- I'm NOT using the fortress defense mod anymore. It was fun, but it made it practically impossible to properly focus on the mandates. I did mess about with some settings though. Kobolds no longer starve to death, kobolds and goblins breed faster and they're both [MISCHIEVOUS] for extra Fun.
- We're at war with the elves.
And that's pretty much it you guys. Razorthorn is officially open for business!
Index:
Entry 1
Entry 2
Entry 3
Entry 4
...
What's that? You want a proper intro?
Fine. But only because you asked so nicely. Ahem...
____________
This place feels wrong.
I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the fact that if you look closely you can see a goblin tower on the horizon. Maybe it's because you can hear the moans and mumblings of the undead at night. Maybe it's because it feels as if you're being watched at all times, not by anything in particular. Just... Watched. As if the grass itself has eyes, eyes that can see your every move and can see right into your soul.
Maybe it's because the wagon just creaked to a halt and seemed to have no intentions of moving any further.
"Why did we stop?" I knew the answer before the driver even opened his mouth.
"'Cos we're here. This is the spot."
That cursed baron! Just because I accidentally magma'd his cat and beard doesn't mean he has to send me here! Couldn't he just have given me a couple of whacks with the Hammer of Justice(tm)? And to top it off he had to force me to take orders from every nutjob who chooses to settle down here.
I looked around. Well, no worries there I guess. I can't imagine anyone ever voluntarily moving into a place that somehow managed to stare at you all the time.
What's the point? What is the point of sending out a carpenter, a bloody carpenter to start a fort? Why not send out someone with some actual managing skills? Why give me equipment to start an actual fort rather than just send me to my death without any food or expensive tools? What is the man thinking!?
Maybe he thinks this place will kill me. Maybe he hopes that this place will drive me insane. Maybe he hopes one of the citizens will come up with a punishment worse than anything he could think of.
We'll I'll show him. I'll make this work. I'll run this bloody fort! I'll follow his damn orders and turn this into the best damn fort he's ever seen! I'll run this place so well they'll turn me into a baron. No, a duke! And then I'll send HIM out to start a fortress on the edge of a frickin' volcano!
Everyone was looking at me. Appearantly this inner monologue was mostly a shouty monologue. I straightened myself out and prepared myself to give the most inspiring speech anyone has ever given in the history of the world.
"Let's get some booze up in this bitch.
Also, strike the earth."
It was a good speech. Maybe it dragged on a little near the end. Should've left out that last sentence.
And so begins the story of Thikut Febthoth. Overseer.
- It's difficult to use the fortress defense mod AND fullfill citizen mandates.
- That's because the fortress defense mod was crafted by a sadist whose only purpose it is to hurt me in various ways.
- Use more screenshots.
- Christopher Walken is kinda badass.
- Refrain from dying.
- Seriously, the fortress defense mod = pain.
So, with this in mind I present to you:
RAZORTHORN, the second experiment in citizen mandates. Yes, the random name generator actually gave me a name as awesome as 'Razorthorn'. Seriously, 'Razorthorn', how awesome is that?
So here's how this is gonna work:
- Everybody can get dorfed (You can only have one dwarf at a time though.) Feel free to give me a little info on your dwarf's appearance, personality and/or backstory and I'll try to incorporate it into the story. If you don't I'll just make stuff up.
- Every citizen of the fort can make mandates that I will have to fullfill (I might ignore a mandate, but only if it's too difficult/unfun/fort-destroying/time-consuming/undwarvenly)
- Mandates can be pretty much anything. Adamantine shoes for everyone? No problem. Solid gold bedrooms? Sure! A magma-powered jacuzzi in the dining room? Of course! Sky's the limit.
- I'm NOT using the fortress defense mod anymore. It was fun, but it made it practically impossible to properly focus on the mandates. I did mess about with some settings though. Kobolds no longer starve to death, kobolds and goblins breed faster and they're both [MISCHIEVOUS] for extra Fun.
- We're at war with the elves.
And that's pretty much it you guys. Razorthorn is officially open for business!
Spoiler: Dorfed peeps (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Mandates (click to show/hide)
Index:
Entry 1
Entry 2
Entry 3
Entry 4
...
What's that? You want a proper intro?
Fine. But only because you asked so nicely. Ahem...
____________
This place feels wrong.
I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the fact that if you look closely you can see a goblin tower on the horizon. Maybe it's because you can hear the moans and mumblings of the undead at night. Maybe it's because it feels as if you're being watched at all times, not by anything in particular. Just... Watched. As if the grass itself has eyes, eyes that can see your every move and can see right into your soul.
Maybe it's because the wagon just creaked to a halt and seemed to have no intentions of moving any further.
"Why did we stop?" I knew the answer before the driver even opened his mouth.
"'Cos we're here. This is the spot."
That cursed baron! Just because I accidentally magma'd his cat and beard doesn't mean he has to send me here! Couldn't he just have given me a couple of whacks with the Hammer of Justice(tm)? And to top it off he had to force me to take orders from every nutjob who chooses to settle down here.
I looked around. Well, no worries there I guess. I can't imagine anyone ever voluntarily moving into a place that somehow managed to stare at you all the time.
What's the point? What is the point of sending out a carpenter, a bloody carpenter to start a fort? Why not send out someone with some actual managing skills? Why give me equipment to start an actual fort rather than just send me to my death without any food or expensive tools? What is the man thinking!?
Maybe he thinks this place will kill me. Maybe he hopes that this place will drive me insane. Maybe he hopes one of the citizens will come up with a punishment worse than anything he could think of.
We'll I'll show him. I'll make this work. I'll run this bloody fort! I'll follow his damn orders and turn this into the best damn fort he's ever seen! I'll run this place so well they'll turn me into a baron. No, a duke! And then I'll send HIM out to start a fortress on the edge of a frickin' volcano!
Everyone was looking at me. Appearantly this inner monologue was mostly a shouty monologue. I straightened myself out and prepared myself to give the most inspiring speech anyone has ever given in the history of the world.
"Let's get some booze up in this bitch.
Also, strike the earth."
It was a good speech. Maybe it dragged on a little near the end. Should've left out that last sentence.
And so begins the story of Thikut Febthoth. Overseer.
