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Lim 7. Today we were sparring with the Emerald Diamonds in the barracks, and after that one of the speardwarves called her spear Flashmusic the Group of Bitterness.

A strange name. But it's not me who could talk about strange names, right, The Suicide of Ensorceling?
Sns 5. Migrants. Six beards and four beardless brats. Useless. All of them are useless, though two are said to be good with hammer. We already have an almost invincible army, so two newbie hammeredwarves are not needed. But we do need haulers and stoneworkers for one of my projects, so you're welcome. I wonder when the caravan from the Mountainhome will arrive. I think we can give them enough gifts to lure the king here and buy enough cheese to bury him.
Sns 8. Wait, what is this pot? Never seen it before.


OH SHI-
I have no words to describe this... arrrghh! I was sober like a sheet of crystal glass for half a year! I ever won a battle while being sober! And ALL THIS TIME it was here waiting for me!! Armok, why did you punish me so bitter?!!
I need a smoke... But I vowed to myself that I will never touch any weed! Shit, what a dilemma... To smoke or not to smoke, that is the question.
Ahh... screw this. The weed already killed Spazbot and I don't want to be next. I lived without the stuff for half a year, so I think I could live without it some more.
At least now I know where I can always get a supply.
Sns 11. What the heck?! All the blacksmiths in the whole fortress continue to complain that they have no lead to forge a minecart.

When I asked them who ordered this, they rolled their eyes and said nothing. We have no lead and we have nothing to do with minecarts, so you can get the heck out of the forges!
And one more thing. I saw it just now. One of our artifacts is a statue depicting the queen. And she is definitely not a dwarf.

As if the vampire mayor was not enough! I afraid of the day of her arrival in advance.
Sns 13.

Oh, another artifact panties coming soon? I hope there will be no image of queen on it.
Now he screams that he wants logs, cut gems, plant cloth, metal bars,rock blocks, tanned hides... Is it only me who thinks that this guy wants too much? I don't think he will make it, but at least we can try...
Get me a manager, quick!
Ah, I forgot... The manager is dead, and now I'm in this business. Shit. This is too much for one poor dwarven head!
Stop. We already have all of it. Over a hundred rolls of rope reed cloth, several logs that were not burnt to charcoal (those idiots must have forgotten that we have magma-powered metallurgy now!), tons of blocks of different rock and tons of bars of different metal, a stack of hides and enough gems to make the dragon explode with envy. So I have a question: what the fuck do you want now?!
Tim 2. And another weird creature came to greet us.

Armok's beard, it STINKS! It must be the spirit of miasma or something... Somebody plug the gap in this fortification!
Tim 18. A caravan from the Mountainhome! I thought they won't show up. So, guys, would you sell us some cheese?
And with the caravan came thieves and snatchers. I thought we drove them off years ago, but they still attempting to steal anything - or anybeard. Honestly, I would be happy if they helped us to get rid of the dorfsplosion aftermath, but the merchants would not like it and they could advice the king not to leave old Mountainhome. So I sent Monitor and her squad to guard the courtyard. It's a pleasure to order the baroness, y'know... But I think that she'll strike back at the end of my year.
Tim 21.

Goddamn greenskins, couldn't they wait for a week to attack? Anyway, the Tundras of Metal are on guard. They can't pass.
Monitor and others didn't even raise their crossbows. The caravan guards beat the goblins to dust. Tough guys. I wonder if they ever will migrate to Chamberdrums.
Tim 27.

Thought so. The dumbass managed to die of thirst underwater. I wonder what he needed. Well, now he needs nothing at all.

May I redorf him before the year ends? But I don't know if that hammerdorf is still alive within the tantrum spiral.

Overseer's log: Chamberdrums, year 138

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Grn 1. So I'm in charge again? Wasn't it a bad trip? Heh... I don't even know how could it happen. Maybe it's because of my new image of a great warrior?
Ah, screw it. What's done is done, and it's my fortress again. Let's see what has changed while I was away from helm...
"Ezum? I need your he~"

Oh shit... When... How... what the heck?! Well, now it's only my job to know everything in the fortress. Where is my ledger?
There still are too many kids. These useless annoying brats make me angry. It's undwarflike to kill our own kind, but sometimes I could hardly forbear from nailing some of them with The Suicide of Ensorceling!
Anyway, screw them. I have more important thing to care about.

Wh... what?! Where is all that blade wealth? Do I have to smoke this Armok-damned rat stuff again?! No. No, no, no! It's better to quit smoking at all. Decided. From now on, I will never ever touch any weed.

Oh, these brats... Nice reason to get rid of another useless mouth. I'll do it myself.

Stop. Just got it... Where the heck is my axe? Why am I bearing this shield? Another reason to quit smoking: my memory is full of gaps. That's not good. Gotta get an axe somewhere. I feel unusual with only one weapon.
Dammit. The fortress is a total mess! Half of the dwarves are unhappy about their tattered clothes. What a bunch of crybabies... I wear rags too, but i don't care. But they still complaining and tantruming about that. Oh shit... And this was only the first day.

Grn 2. Another berserk, adult this time. Shame on you, comrade! A grown-up dwarf blubbering like a baby. At least you'll die in battle, how a true dwarf supposed to die. Hey-oh! Get 'er, guys!
Heheheh, we're too late. This dumbass ran into a cage trap and now howls inside her new home. Maybe we'll use her against goblins. She's even more berserk than me after two blade pipes!
And another berserk brat that was shot by somebeard before we came. Nice shot, Kogsak.
Grn 3. They tell me that Olon Nishekast has begun a mysterious construction. Who is that guy?

And what's he going to do with these things? I can hardly imagine. Now I think that I know who smoked all the blade weed.
Today I called a meeting in the dining hall. The tattered dwarves started whining, so I said just one thing:
"You don't like your clothes? Take it off."
"?!"
"You heard me. Take your rags off, dump it away and, by Ziril and Armok, stop complaining! Any questions? Questions asked. Meeting is over."
Maybe I was too rough?
Grn 8. The mooded brat created another piece of trash.

Well, I never expected more from these useless creatures. At least we've got another legendary craftsdwarf (although we already have a pack of them).
Grn 9. Another little berserk and another victim for my Suicide. Strange. It's unusual for kids to go berserk, usually they begin to cry 24/7 and die from dehydration. But it's Chamberdrums, the weirdest dwarf outpost ever, so I'm not surprised.
Grn 11. Oh, we've got another forgotten creature. A fire-breathing turkey with a shell... HOW?! How could Armok create such a weird creature?! He must have created the weed first.
Grn 22. Holy carp, this place is a crazy town. Almost everybeard is tantruming all the time, and many are stricken by melancholy or running naked through the fortress. Now it's sometimes difficult to distinguish a normal dwarf from the stark raving mad one because there are too little clothing per dwarf in the fortress.
The Tantrum Spiral. I've heard about this scourge of the fortresses. Now I'm gotta deal with the one myself. It seems like I shouldn't have quit smoking... It's a pity that almost no one smokes in the fortress. Weed is the best way to deal with all your problems. Alas, it's not time to escape the problems.
Grn 28. Today I saw that we have no broker. The previous one was stricken by melancholy and died somewhere in the dark corner. I placed Cyatica instead of him. Maybe it will help her go through her tragedies.
Slt 6. Migrants have arrived. Wait, oh shi~ One, two, three... eleven. And ONLY THREE OF THEM are adults!!! What the fuck do they think there in Mountainhomes?! We are NOT a fucking kindergarten!
Ah, never mind. You're welcome. Survive, newbeards!
Slt 17. Crap! It just started to get better...

Get me a gas mask please...
Slt 25. I can't find Spazbot nowhere.

And those melancholics. They are like time bombs. When things only start to calm down, another beard dies from thirst, causing a burst of tantrums. They make me angry.
All masons' workshops are producing coffins, but the things move too slow because masons are tantruming all the time. Poor Cyatica. She's got too many dead friends.

Fel 5. I've found Spazbot.

He must have suffocated with the rat weed smoke. I told him that rat stuff is too strong for beginners, but he wanted to keep calm. Now he is calm. Farewell, my brother by weapon and weed.
Our population keeps decreasing. 166 beards, and still half of them are kids. TANTRUMING kids.
Fel 11. Goblins have arrived. It should distract baron Lizard who is unhappy about ignored mandates.

Poor goblins. They don't seem to understand something. Our beards done well, building a great moat and wall that protects Chamberdrums from the east. Since goblins can't fly, they can't reach us. But our bolts can reach them.
What a dumbass I am! I completely forgot about the trolls!
Fel 17. The siege was broken, but some beards have injuries, including Commander Nuckles. They'll make it, I believe. Unfortunately, I couldn't make it to the gate in time to drive the goblins away. And still I have no axe. Need to tell somebeard to make me one...

If you'll wait for 3 more days, I'll take the turn.
Btw, what about my dorf? Did she improved with her weapons?

And after her, is it Maskwolf or me who gets the turn? Update the players' list plz.

Sorry guys. Browser cancels Download Save: Too lazy. If I won't make it work in next 3-4 days, next player gets his turn.

Right now? Uh, I'm currently away from my PC for two weeks, and playing DF via cellphone is too weird even for me. So I can only join the game in Jan 4th, excusez-moi.

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RoughRogue has been unhappy lately. He complained for a long work session lately. He missed a turn lately.