Alright my fellow ponies, it is time for a fort, since DF2014 isn’t coming out anytime soon. I’ve generated a world using the ASCII edition and opened up an embark between untamed wilds and two terrifying regions. I’ll have to locate it later on the map.
The fortress shall be named *opens envelope*
FAILBOWRULES-To be written. Like, if the fortress gets overrun by zombie snapping turtles, none of this is going to matter.
-You may claim one pony. Please look up the advice on Ponying.
PONYLISTCaptain Brony, Mechantist (Mechanic, trader, comedian, expedition leader) - Claimed by CaptainArchmage
McJerb, Surface Wench (Carpenter, doctor, garrison commander, one kill) - Claimed by mastahcheese
Professor Hedge (Planter/Clothier/Dyer/Miller) - Claimed by Deus Asmoth
UNCLAIMED JUST NAMED you can pick up this pony.
Fiddlehead Pious, Celestial Holymare (Miner and Bonecarver, influenced by the dark voice with high combat stats by default) - Claimed by DVNO
Horse McShortwood, Psychoanalyst (Mason and Bulding Designer with one kill) - Claimed by Monitor Lizard
-2 more ponies remain to claim-
Advice on Dwarfing (Ponying):You are encouraged to pick a “Headshoots” level name for your dwarf - not necessarily your user name. Names such as ERMAGHERD THE WISE, long insane acronyms such as “P.O.N.Y.B.O.T.", and borderline offensive titles are suggested. You are encouraged to also be creative with professions.
This post will be updated with further information as it becomes available.
Report by Captain Brony, Mechantist, 1st Granite 101It looks like we’ve arrived the future settlement called FAILBOW. I don’t know about these “dwarves” mentioned but clearly there aren’t any around here.I don’t know what the hell is up but since we got to the location, my vision has become totally fucked up. I’m seeing flashing lights on the horizon, pink grass, and even the Sun seems to be dancing to some pounding music. I should really cut down on the unicorn tears.
It looks like there is some “tainted creep” growing on the ground. It seems to be just about everywhere. We’ve also parked the wagon about four meters from some decaying grass, which seems to spread over the hill to the north and east. That doesn’t look good, fine if there is a bit of decaying grass but not an entire landscape full of it. What next, a rain of decay? Nope! I’d rather have sparkling rain to the south and west.