
Dear God. It reminds me of the conversations in Oblivion.
Goblin: I saw a magma crab near the lava the other day. I steered clear of it.
Goblin 2: I died.
Goblin: Stop talking to me!
Ditto on the wood. I had embarked in a wasteland with sparse trees and had forgot to bring wood with me. Problem solved! At least for now.
Two of my dorfs were horrified when a mosquito man flew into a tree and exploded into ludicrous gibs.
ETA: First migrants arrived. None are hostile. Three adults (married coupe and a single) and SIX kids. Well, I can see what the couple do when not hunting and fishing