Okay, it's early, but I couldn't sleep.
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Granite 9, 1051
While Pinetreasure was chopping at a tree with the axe he made, Furnaceshut got enraged at his presence...and then forgot about it.
[Hey, I posted the update before discovering that the monstrosity would decide to join his anger management group.]
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Granite 14, 1051
Basementsubmerge started this wood-growing process. Once I see how well it works, I might call off the woodcutting.
Collection of the strange grainy material, which I have dubbed “Plastik,” is going well. Probably, once purified and fired, it would make a truly lovely statue, but for now, we will be building workshops and such from the impure form.
In plesioloth news, one--Breakkillers, in fact--became enraged at my existance
[Oh, no you don't! Modding powers, prevent an untimely end to this fort!]
only to suddenly gasp, as if its lungs stopped working. Still it charged, as Pinestreasure wandered in its direction. Pinestreasure entered the “fort” we had--a few furnaces, a future dormitory, a workshop Pinestreasure was about to build--so Breakkillers spit at a yak twice, then calmed down, spit again, then sat still and awaited its fate as the yak, slightly bruised, returned to its pasture. Oh, wiat, it didn't sit still, it air-drowned. Weired.
Granite 15, 1051
Purplepanthers decided to harvest some ice crystal, but could only find the bit lining a corner of the pond.
In othr news, Pinestreasure came to me for consolation.
Granite 18, 1051
I commissioned a bridge to reach the other riverbank. It will be a useful addition.
Granite 20, 1051
Pinestreasure hit a plesioloth--Furnaceshut, in fact--who was swimming a bit too close for comfort.
I commissioned a butcher's shop near the plesioloth corpse.
Granite 21, 1051
Furnaceshut got angry at the existanc of a groundhog.
Granite 22, 1051
The as-of-yet-unnamed plesioloth got angry at Ripevessels, who took it in stride by dodging--away from the water, even.
I chose a spot for the Central Staircase for our future castle.
I make some charcoal (Basementsubmerge's technique worked well); maybe I'll be able to make some actual plastik stuff.
Granite 23, 1051
I choose a deep, muddy spot for our future quarry bush farm. I also noticed Furnaceshut getting angry at a badger. Hilarity may ensue.
Granite 25, 1051
Furnaceshut swam upriver, never to be seen again. I hope.
On the plesioloth subject, the sole remaining local plesioloth, trapped in a pond, convinced Ripevessels that, unlike last time, it would be a GOOD idea to dodge into the confined, very, very wet pond.
Due to a theory that she (don't ask how I checked) did it to make a name for herself, we called this beast “Rentname.”
Pinestreasure is still bugging me; she hasn't left in over a week.
Purplepanthers complained, probably not for the last time, that the soil under a pond is damp.
Granite 26, 1051
Purplepanthers finished connecting the “main tunnel” to the future Central Stairwell.
Granite 28, 1051
Done digging under the pond. Yippee.
Pinestreasure has stopped pestering me. Yippee!
Boo.
Slate 1, 1051
And now Pinestreasure is seeking me out again.
On the bright side, the quarry bush plot is finished.
I decide to make some statues for the meeting hall/future dorm.
Slate 2, 1051
I should have known this would come...Purplepanthers is complaining about the damp river soil. ARE YOU MICE, OR ARE YOU CATS?
[Sidenote: I should add a rodynt race that is naturally antagonistic towards felynes.]
Slate 7, 1051
After creating a butcher's shop and slaughtering a horse, I began to butcher Breakkillers. Today, Pinestreasure took a break from badgering me to eat some horse brain. She showed no concept of personal space. Ugh, crazy women.
Slate 16, 1051
Oh, fuck me, can anything else go wr...I DIDN'T MEAN THAT LITERALLY OH--
[Oh, no, no another one!]
[The handwriting changes yet again, to frantic scribblings clearly written by a different person, entirely in Felyne.]
First I heard a scream and a crunch, like the sound when Wyvernsheart was killed, only more acute. Curious, I went to the entrance and cautiously peeked in. The sight I saw was horrible. Dancedpearl was dead, on the ground. Pinestreasure was standing over him, an oddly passionate look in the crazed eyes. Then, she turned and noticed one of the dogs. Angrily, she tore at the poor creature with her wooden axe, crippling it and tearing it apart...the horror!
The dog's mate came to defend her, which didn't work well. Then an apaceros also joined in, probably thinking it was a good fray to join, which was more...effective. The apaceros received no wounds and managed to smash and rip apart Pinestreasure's limbs, notably ripping off her left lower arm. Several blows later, Pinestreasure stumbled backward, uttered a sound between a lovestruck sigh, bloodthirsty battlecry, and gurgling death cry, then fell and breathed her last.
What.
The.FUCK.We didn't need to did deep for the horrors...we have already been struck with disaster. Only me and Hode are left, and she's a crazy chick who dyes he fur and didn't get fazed about anything until I told her (after she woke up; the horrible screams didn't work for that). And the thing she was saddest about? The fact that made her unhappy? Not our (second) leader dying, but Pinestreasure, whom she hated, dying.
I am the only sane one left.
Oh, gods.
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I wanted a community fort, not an experiment in tantrum spiral minimum critical mass!
