Here's my story from a while back, miraculously this did not create a major tantrum spiral as the majority of pepole in the room were recent immigrants waiting for jobs and hadn't had time to form bonds, and lots of high value decorations everywhere to boost happiness. On re reading it, it may be a bit long for one page but whatever. Most of it is my fault as well but wtv
A family of 4 great axedwarves arrived at my fairly mature fortress. Great I thought, they wont take long to train and i'll be able to repel invaders with more than just traps and marksdwarves! So I created the squad and went through the lengthily process of setting them up. Skip forward a few years, the axedwarf family are now axelords with the patriarch kitted out with an artifact axe and the best steel armor I could produce. A VILE FORCE OF DARKNESS HAS ARRIVED!. The woodcutters and herbalists scrambled to safety, the masons quickly sealed the watchtower they were building and hid. The axelords were sent in to dispatch the goblins and rescue the stranded masons. The family charged forward into the goblins hacking them to pieces, their marksdwarf support was uncommonly sluggish in reaching the battlefield, perhaps an oversight with stockpile set-up, perhaps jealous of the attention they were getting and their larger barracks. The family was massively outnumbered and quickly surrounded. The goblin archers and their walls of trolls and spearmen finished of nearly all off by the time the marksdwarves arrived, only the patriarch was left. He had emerged relatively unscathed, physically at least. Stepping over the corpses of his fallen loved ones he trudged back to the dinning hall under overseer's orders, in an effort to raise his spirits. Moments after entering the dining room he threw a tantrum, screaming at the top of his lungs, breaking chairs, punching anyone who got close. When he finally settled down, one of the fortress' many children tapped him on the shoulder and asked him if he felt better. When he turned around he didn't see a child he saw a goblin, looking around the room that's all he saw, hundreds of leering goblin faces. He let out a terrible bellow and charged forward cleaving the child in two. The doors to the dining room were sealed as soon as it was known he was berserk, better to sacrifice 90 than let him escape and kill everyone. Several months later after they were sure that he had starved to death the dinning hall was unsealed the dinning hall was a seen of untold slaughter devastation, severed body parts and dead bodies the 90 or so trapped dwarves as well as the corpse of the patriarch himself. His corpse and his artifact weapon are sealed in his tomb at the center of the catacomb erected to house the dead bodies of those he had killed. from that day forward relatives could no longer serve together in the military.
I have terrible spelling and grammar btw