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« on: February 27, 2013, 04:16:11 pm »
I am currently recovering from an Titan Attack. The amber, web-spitting, ceratops managed to swim though my pond, and up my well. My burgeoning fort of 196 dwarves was slaughted as the beast made it into my main stairway. Dwarf after dwarf was conscripted into the military. Babies where thrown down hallways, spinal cords and nervous systems kicked to pieces. Dwarf after dwarf felled. My military refusing to use weapons, instead reling on biting and kicking the monster. Which, turned out to be less than effective against a creature made of amber, who spits webs and kicks babies 200 yards.
As my numbers dwindled to the low 20's, I get an announcement. My legendary woodcutter has given birth. Auto-zooming to the location, I find that she's outside felling wood. How I overlooked drafting her, when I drafted all my most valuable dwarfs (and lost them, one by one), I'll never know. So I put her in a squad "The Pointed Fish" or something, she ran back to the fort... and... felled the beast with one blow.
Now I'm in the process of building tombs, and cleaning up the hallways... And tending to the (mostly paralyzed) wounded.
Life continues in Bladechambers.