New world in the newest version. I decide to start in an evil biome for the lulz. I painstakingly find an awesome name for the fort and give each of the starting seven custom nicknames and professions to fit their personalities. I spend a good hour trying to wrangle just the right amount of stuff to start with. I embark...
It's snowing frozen dwarf blood. Living raven corpses everywhere, scattering my dwarves. Raven corpses that come back to life almost before they hit the ground. The dogs die and come back to life. So do the turkeys. And the pack animals. And the soldier dwarf I brought along. I barely got three tiles into the nearest mountain before the end.
Dwarf Fortress, in case it wasn't blindingly obvious.