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« on: September 13, 2010, 02:34:29 pm »
I had a situation in an early version of .31.x where an unkillable steam beast attacked my fort. I managed to pin it down outside the gate by judiciously feeding war animals into the fray to replace the ones that died from thirst or starvation while the dwarfs desperately built a space elevator to the sky and then a boom out over the battle area so that I could collapse a chunk of flooring on top of the thing to kill it. I gave the dwarf mason who finished the last floor areas the custom title of 'Astro-Dwarf' and ordered him to deconstruct the crucial floor section. I discovered, of course, that he did so from the wrong side when he rode it down like what's-his-name in Dr. Strangelove to slay the beast and save the fortress!
That wasn't the sad part. I thought that part was awesome and made sure his coffin was ringed in gold statues to commemerate him. No, later on during the cleanup I noticed a pile of clothes directly next to the spot where the intrepid hero landed after his 25z level plunge. Curious, I looked up their owner. They belonged to his wife. I didn't know he was married. Instantly in my mind I could see her tearing her clothes in agony and despair next to the bloody depression in the earth where her husband sacrificed himself to save her and the fort.
A few months later she bore a daughter. He was listed as the baby's father. So she was pregnant during the monster's attack.
That made me sit back and sigh...