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« on: July 31, 2013, 10:50:31 am »
This is a dog leather-bound book, entitled "The Eventual Death of MrCat." The book is entirely handwritten, and consists of a (note to self to insert page number here pending completion) page journal, authored by MrCat. It is a chronological account of the life of the militia dwarf MrCat. The writing is rambling yet it is of questionable quality.
22 Limestone, 16
I arrived at Silverysects two days ago and immediately joined the militia. Since this is the first fortress to actually be created (Armok only knows how the other ones got there, considering no one remembers building them in the first place) I figured the place would be awash in new and exciting ways to be horribly murdered. However, I was soon informed that the entirety of the actual fighting (if not necessarily the dying) was done by 7 legendary dwarfs referred to as "The Founders." My fellow militia regaled me with tales of the Founders making their way across vast tracts of land, killing everything in their path, before arriving here and doing much the same. Of particular note is the dwarf "Noface," who is said to wield two picks into battle, in the same hand, to great effect. This is elf shit. I come to the very first fortress, expecting to die awash in the blood of my friends and hated enemies, only to find that all of the enemies will be long dead by the time I haul my ass out of bed and I probably won't make any friends in the first place. Perhaps a kobold will sneak past the line and stab me in the face or something. At least then I might earn a place on one of the walls.
This is a drawing of a dwarf in ink. The dwarf is surrounded by dwarfs. This drawing relates to the appointment of the dwarf 'MrCat' to the Silverysects militia in the year 16.
(also, could the next overseer post a screenshot of my dwarf if it isn't too much trouble?)