It’s the 21st, and I’ve finished dealing with the migrants. We’ve got two six-creeper squads, one of cannon fodder and one of markscreepers. Also, since a pair of bridges have been made to connect the weird marble ramps that don’t lead anywhere to the fortress, I have the flimsy marble doors removed from the walls.
I note a cloud of miasma spreading from the butcher’s shop into the dining hall, due to laxness in the speed at which some yak organs were brought to the stockpiles. The liver and the eyes, to be exact, and by Notch*, they were the smelliest eyes and liver I’ve ever smelled.
On the 23rd, the one hunter with the lovely bolts shot some of them at a few giant sparrows. I sent in the recruits to take the sparrows out the rest of the way. They did so, disturbing a bunch of rats.
On the 25th, one of the migrant stonecrafters made a masterwork marble hive. It was…very nice,
The ghostly markscreeper showed up at the site of a former door and, since it wouldn’t move, forced the mason to stop building it.
On the 27th, the minecart intended to drop wood into the stockpile partly succeeded. A track stop was added to make the cart drop its contents, and the engraver struck by the minecart escaped, with nothing but a bruised foreleg and having been knocked over. These being added, the task was a total success.
One week into Slate, a mechanic--the one who recently arrived, I think--made a masterful set of marble mechanisms. Maybe he’s a master; he certainly says he is. Also, some masterful mugs were made shortly after this. Within moments of these occurances, a glazer stops heading down the stairs to haul stone, and instead runs up said stairs to claim a craftsdwarf’s workshop. He grabs nine logs, six of them feather-wood, and gets to work on…something.
Construction begins on my oversized cistern. The ghostly spearcreeper shows up and watches the construction.
On the fourteenth, a mere week after the mood started, the glazer makes an oaken crown, known as Leshaldebben, “Mournfulcheerful.”
The most prominent features are the spikes of all kinds of wood and the image of our fine fort being founded. To celebrate this occurance, a party was organized by our engraver, rocknlol. A miner attended, to take a break from being on break. Several slimes and slimettes attended, as did the semi-wild titanic slime, still in its cage. I decide to let it out, so it can enjoy the party and be better tamed. I also add some more tables to the dining hall.
As I ride the woodthrowing rail, I realize that it might not have been the best idea. Specifically, I bruised my guts and started vomiting.
Later on, our carpenter and the other miner joined the party. This is unfortunte, because it means our best are out of commission AND are bring bathed in the stench of rotting giant sparrow parts. I set up a second food stockpile, maybe I’ll need a third. Speaking of food stockpiles, that zominxac spearcreeper is hanging out in the original. I wonder why he’s there; maybe the engravings on the wall? There’s a human shooting a giant jaguar, a tree, and in the middle is our own titanic slime.
At the start of felsite, our population suddenly changes. Specifically, we now have an even 40 creepers. A creeper seed was expelled from a potter. The seedling is the son of tokimi, our late miller. Two days after that, our miners finish the third food stockpile. Excellent…
*Notch created Minecraft, recall?
