April 23, 2024: Dwarf Fortress 50.13 has been released.
News: February 3, 2024: The February '24 Report is up.
News: February 4, 2021: Dwarf Fortress Talk #28 has been posted.
News: November 21, 2018: A new Threetoe story has been posted.
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Meta: Wonder where on earth I got my wheelchair from, than explore more.Just because you have legs now doesn't mean it isn't fun to roll around in a wheelchair. And it's portable.
RW: Enter the lower left large room and start looting.(...) You head on into the nearest large room. Looks like some sort of break room; there's a few couches, a microwave, and a row of cabinets. You throw open the nearest cabinet and start rifling through the contents! You find a few pencils, a pair of leather gloves, a coffee mug, and... a guitar! Sweet! You strap it to your back, put on the gloves, and stow away the other items in your vaguely defined inventory container. Suddenly, you feel something cold and wet on your back. It wraps around your torso and starts pulling you up toward the ceiling!
RW: Find a weapon I can use. Preferably some of those explosives I was talking about.(...) Nope, no explosives in the hangar.
Meta: Explore(...) You attempt to do a wheelie and crash your wheelchair. You get a bump on the head for your troubles.
Meta: Pursue him! THE HIPPO DEMANDS BLOOD(...) Too late, he's gone.
"YOU DISAPPOINT ME SERVANT. THE BLOOD SHALL BE YOURS IF A SUITABLE SACRIFICE IS NOT FOUND."Meta:Retrieve my knife and search the hanger for anything we missed the first time around.(...) Reaching your bionic arm into the hole, you manage to dislodge the knife! You look around the hangar. The only thing you can see that you didn't spot before is a windowed supply closet with about a dozen space suits inside.
"Well, yes. But they survived this long, I have no doubt that they will be either highly deadly, or as threatening as a trodden upon marshmallow. I hope you have an explanation for this king once he figures out what you just said wasn't hard to figure out. This language thing could be a dead give away."
"I wouldn't worry. The chief isn't... the fastest Beak Dog in the flock. I'm sure we can figure something out. All we need from him is information. Only he knows why the strange men in black and white garb are terrorizing us, and only he spoke to the spectres."
"Chieftain! I challenge you for rulership of this fortress!"
"You can't be serious."