Shieldsensed, story of a newbWell, last year I was mindlessly browsing TVtropes, looking for a game to occupy my spare time. Then I found Dwarf Fortress! I read and read, enchanted by tales of murderous carp and overpowered throwing. Then I downloaded the game, sure it would live up to my expectations.
I stared at the worldgen for all of fifteen minutes before giving up and moving on.
A year later I thought of it again, possibly at the behest of my friend (who had stared at the worldgen for fifteen minutes before giving up and moving on).
And I made a few fortresses, learned how to do things, and slowly figured out how to make a community of dwarves destined to not die in a pool of magma within three months. And I started a fortress that is sure to be a winner, Shieldsensed. Absolutely sure. Yup. Definitely.
Granite, Year 5 day distinctions are for uncool dudesIt's a lovely day. Presumably, horrifying tentacle monsters are oozing their way through history, but we are going to ignore that for now because we're going to start a fortress! After freaking out at the worldmap,
me a team of seven dwarves eventually find a nice location without an aquifer. And so we embark to some temperate mountainside forest, eagerly awaiting the fun to be had by all.
The Undocumented Times:The fortress begins as a long hallway and a general stuff stockpile. Immediately, our seven brave workers start unpacking, and soon enough everything is piled up in a ridiculous unsorted heap. Next they get to work on an underground farm and some workshops, with the farm right next to a pond. One especially brave dwarf is given the task of breaching the dirt wall separating our brave outpost from a watery demise, and the irrigation, somehow, works almost properly. For his efforts, he is given the nickname "Floody" Erithåblel, Delugeer. The field is not fully watered, but it is muddy enough to begin growing some crops of plump helmets and nothing else. Our farmer, not content with taking the (admittedly long) hallway to our stockpile every time she wishes to gather seeds, plunges into the pond, swims up and walks above-ground to the entrance for her trips. At least she won't have to worry about cave adaptation...
Meanwhile, alcohol consumption reaches an all-time high, and dark rumours spread about the once-inexhaustible supplies of mead will run out before autumn. A still is shoddily crafted by soon-to-be-sober hands, but will it be enough to bring Shieldsensed out of the dark dimensions of sobriety?
The answer, fortunately, is "yes", as nearly all of our plump helmet output is jammed into the still and ruthlessly fermented into wine. This happens just in time for a charming apartment block to be built, but an already-overclocked mason cannot produce enough cabinets for every dwarf, so they must go with just a bed and a door. Already, bloodshot gazes haunt the hallways, silently accusing one another for this critical lack of furniture.
Suddenly, torrential rains begin! Our dwarven population meanders inside the fortress, but...
The hole from the pond to the farm was never filled!!
Water gushes over our carefully tilled land, washing away scores of beautiful plump helmets. Fortunately, "Floody" manages to wade through the rushing floodwaters with a just-crafted floodgate in tow, ready to do what he must for the fortress. He manages to plug the hole with no problem. Hopefully he's equally crafty when told to do irresponsible things with magma.
TIME SKIP! Timber, Year 6After spending nearly two years establishing the fortress, our dwarven numbers have swelled to 11. The top level is full of workbenches and our farm, while the bottom level has a lovely pattern of bedrooms within, complete with dining room and empty kitchen spots. The organization of Shieldsensed started haphazardly but improved over time, just in time for a trade caravan to avoid us because their caravan sucked too much to make it around the bend to our depot. Since the next one showed up without a hitch, I can only assume that this was the elves' fault. Damned elves.
I bet you'd all love to see the cabinet-free bedrooms, so here's a (artifacted-up...) picture of them:

Note how it devolves into clay and sand after a certain point. Oh well...
And here's a labeled picture of the fortress, a year and a half old!