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3 forts in a row I've had a child get the strange mood. It has sufficiently pissed me off as now I have a legendary useless pile of trash.

He was promptly atomsmashed.

And this is the reason I always build a 2z level deep "Bridge" moat with no ramps (only staircases on the side.) To prevent accidental atom smashing.

Dear Urst McMigrant

While I do love seeing what I get during the first two waves of migrations, having 9 out of 14 migrants in two waves being children does not please me. What angers me even more, is the fact that I've already set my child cap to 10, so what the hell is wrong with you. Next wave of primary children gets sent to the caverns.

Love, OS

If you go for magma first its best to move everything underground, because at that point it would be safer and the surface wouldn't be able to provide anything the caverns couldn't.

I've decided to dig tons of ramps so that the trade caravan can get to the 2nd cavern. I'm evil, and await to see the destruction forgotten beasts do to the caravans.

Now, feel free to berate and smash me as you please. But is doing an instant dig to cavern 3 for instant magma forts a semi reasonable idea? I'm starting to find the mass deforestation for my metal industry is quite insane (I keep getting unlucky, and can't see to find a place with coal.) While it does help me get into wars quickly with elves, I feel as if I've lost to many a wood cutter to ambushes resulting in the fort atom smashing enraged behavior due to production slowdowns.

In short, is it a good idea / semi safe to go to magma layer instant? (Yes, I know trade will be a pain until I get a track system done.)

   Kreydurst grumbles as they reach the end of the road. “Right, lets hope our supplies last till we get there.”
   Khaziraad deciding to chime in as he picks up everything he can. “Worst comes to worst, we got plenty of rock-bug-shoe-beard makeshift ale.”
   “That sounds more disgusting then hugging an elf.” Kreydurst would retort.
   “Ain't nothing more disgusting than an elf, wot be wrong with ye Kreydurst?” Horkon shouts from the rear of the wagon
   “Probably the fact that he has his arse handed to him by Khaziraad as he tried to escape the intense melee in that pub.” yd12k snorts a bit. “To be honest, none of us really fared well when Khaziraad decided to go on a rampage.”
   Pumpa, being the fat noble he wants to be grunts, “I'm half surprised we didn't get some justice served to us.”
   “That's because we ran like cowards! And how are you cowards going to face goblins if some justice is to much for us!?” Tunist bellows from the wagon, raising his trusty wooden spear.
   “What do any of you know about justice!? I've been served justice for my entire life practically! Yellowpick ain't exactly a 'friendly' place just so you gits know.” Dailm would state with a rather downcast, and just cruddy tone.
   “Right...” Kreydurst states as all conversations seemed to have halted.


   At the front of the wagon, yd12k tugs on the reigns of the horses that pull the wagon. On the right face of the wagon, Tunist practices with his wooden spear. Making some quite agile movements, and a few epic displays of strength. Meanwhile Kreydurst and Horkon, at the left face of the wagon practice their sword and axe dwarfsmenship. Dailm, Pumpa, and Khaziraad seem to theorize about making a endless rumfall. Surely it won't end in a disaster like Pumpa's previous gran architectural feats.
   For the most part, the groups seem to have formed within the group. Their relationships develop steadily as they begin to reach the embark point. Daily activities include attempting to brew random shit. Combat practice, medical checkups and bragging about their accomplishments. During the night, Kreydurst would dig out a small cave for them to sleep in, and hide the wagon in.
   About a week away from the embark site, Pumpa declares himself the leader of the expedition. Everyone else seeming to not give a dam about who the leader is, just keep moving. Needless to say Pumpa's designs for the fort are grand, and Kreydurst nearly puts the sword to his throat because. “I'm not going to be digging that much, just for you to accidentally give someone the wrong order to pull the bloody lever!”


Due to an unfortunate event, the files of this group have been corrupted. (Hard drive stuttered on me and chunks of the embark [and backup] are destroyed/overwritten) I'll finish writing the story up to the point of the 2nd winter. So, needless to say, I'm sorry for our loss.

Dear overseer.

While you might find it funny to sacrifice your lowly mason. The joke is on you, for I have created an artifact when you weren't looking. And as I have my last true breath, because my lungs are sure to be ripped out and reanimated into beings of their own stead. I will use it to laugh at you, for the wonders I might have produced is beyond your ELVEN mind!

Love, Urst-kun.

Yup, fixed now.Ty for pointing out. It would had been quite a face palm moment if somone only noticed this a few journals in when it was screwed up half a dozen times 

Quite so, I'm almost done with the post-embark chapter. Soon I'll arrive at the arrival chapter and we can see the story unfold as I, the terrible overseer screw up.

Edit: Also there's one more or so Kikrost that's supposed to be Kreydurst in your journal.