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"Urist McMason died out of pure spite to make you wonder why he was suddenly dead."

Cannot stop giggling. I had one of these last week. Puzzled over it for days, before finally realising the dwarf was over 200 years old, and that no one was trying to get Justice for her death. I would have posted it here if we had internet connection at the time.

...now I've sigged it, because it's a beautiful line. 

I just had a traded item take the cake:

(For those who can't read the fuzzy writing:  "This is an apricot wood bucket. It is encircled with bands of octagon cut milk opals. On the item is a finely-designed image of a floating guts in almandine." )

...I just. That. Is the craziest... I AM SO MAKING THAT MY WELL BUCKET.

Reminds me of those cups you can buy with a flower painted in the bottom of the cup. Only... it's upsetting instead of pretty. Bucket of guts, anyone?

I've had a lot of engravings-of-someone-elses-masterfully-designed-engravings, and on a few occasions of the engraver himself engraving something. 

In the walls of my dwarfwash in Grippedurn, there were a lot of engravings of floodgates. I was told that it's a symbol of a political party...

Personally I loved the sculpture of a dwarf who had died of dehydration in the first year (An unrelated story involving several bad injuries and the only water source being infested with alligators... Almost everyone lost a limb at some point or another. I got a lot of spam like "Urist McLefty cancels give water: Interrupted by Alligator") Anyhow, I liked the sculpture, because it was done by his widowed wife, and I like to think she felt good that it was masterful, and that it was carefully positioned as a sculpture garden below the waterfall and in front of the well. "Be grateful that we know how to keep the alligators out" was only part of the beautiful message. She also made several masterful sculptures of alligators. I figured she was going through some art therapy

My favourite engraving, though, was of the (then) mayor surrounded by peahens. The mayor was, according to the engraving, terrified. It was in his dining room. He departed from office soon after. I looked it up: He didn't appear to hate peahens. We did, on the other hand, have them in our egg collection area. I had someone slaughter, butcher and cook the peahens, and hoped that the former mayor got some. We ate hen eggs after that.

Quote from: Naglfar on September 23, 2014, 02:26:06 pm

There should exist a profession titled "Janitor," with its own equipment, to deal with this sort of thing. It would also add another use to water and soap.

You can just set a dwarf to only have the clean labour, but I don't think they will clean outdoor tiles because uh they're outdoors.

Being able to make mops would help (similar in construction to axes?) ...Or brooms. And really, I've had dwarfs just ignore puke-coated stairs on occasion, even though they clean all the blood off.

My own response to cave adaptation coming back is for all my fighters to train in and around my entrance, so that they're not puking when they meet the enemy. Also, I have an indoor Trade Depot. If necessary, some dwarfs never need to leave the comfort of the underground. New recruits for the army, though, they have a puking great time till they readapt.

Eventually plump helmet men will rise up out of your farms if you have very large plots with only plump helmets enabled on them. They will have PRONE_TO_RAGE and NOPAIN, now you will know why you should farm in the light.

Oh so that's what everyone means by Clowns. Of course...

 

(Yes, yes, I actually do know, but it's awesome. Also, amusing hats.)

If you manage to kill any of the Plump Helmet Men, then your dwarves can wear the resultant party hats for a happy thought.

....what are you using it for?
(Curiosity got the better of me)

Fascinating. I think splash, after a long wait time for all the boom.

And yeah, that's one way to prevent future aquifer problems.

...wondering if you'll have a few issues with Trade Depot being inaccessible if the borders are so narrow and there's no way down.