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...since the citadel challenge was more than unrealistic for you to complete...

I think I'm going to have to take that as a... challenge.

awesome job preserving the fort!

and i think i mentioned it before, but i'm putting in a standing request to be dorfed as "Reginald X", where X is the reincarnation number.

Will do. Just for convenience's sake, can everyone who wants to be dorfed let me know? Since, now that there are seven dwarves, I can actually follow through on it. After this, GreatWyrmSteel and me, there are four left.

I won't be able to update today, but I might be able to tomorrow.

There is seriously no need for 3x3 bedrooms for each dwarf. A 1x1 room declared from a bed will suffice, although you may want to make it 1x3 for a chest and cabinet as well. Your manager and bookkeeper will be just fine with a 1x2 room with a table and a chair and you only need to make one if you give a single dwarf both jobs.

I find that whiled 3x3 is generally not necessary for bedrooms, it leaves you with the optimal room for improvement later on, when happiness becomes more of an issue. A fully engraved 3x3 with decent furniture will always be at least a fine bedroom in my experience, and significant amounts of masterwork in the engravings ups that to great or grand very easily. Anything bigger than this for non-nobles is a waste of time, and anything smaller requires high quality furniture to maximize room quality. Of course, this might not be your highest priority.

I've always solved the labor problem by having a group of five or so dwarves constantly digging away. The only rooms you need are two or three big storage areas for finished goods and weapons and whatnot, one or two barracks, a forge, bedrooms and a dining room, and maybe an enclosed depot depending on how active the goblins are around you. Don't go for exploratory mining until you finish these, especially since you will most likely find some nice stuff just digging these out, make all your hallways 2x2 or larger to avoid traffic jams, and don't worry about giving everyone furniture until everyone's got a bed. Also, whenever you get a cheesemaker or waxworker or something, just give them the mason, mechanic and architect jobs straight off rather than padding the military, which should be mainly used as a backup for a trap corridor until they all reach legendary. The above does not apply for marksdwarves, who shouldn't be in direct combat at all, but I've never managed to get them to train properly so I don't know too much about them.

Easy, the belief that neither god nor satan exist. Explaining that it isn't a mental sickness or satanism would take longer though.

Microwaves. The device, not the electromagnetic radiation.

Alright, here's a quick update. I hope I'll get another one off tonight, but this was too good not to post.

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20th Gratnite, 11, Early Spring

Work on the bunker was halted briefly today by the notice that Id's skeleton has vanished from the corpse stockpile. It seems that that place was not safe from the corruption after all. Thankfully no one else seems to be missing apart from the duck.



The captain has told Iden to search for it, which has at least stopped him wandering the halls aimlessly. I am feeling less optimistic about our chances now, but if nothing else we have the means to seal the bunker away from those dreadful creatures, provided they remain incapable of opening doors.




23rd Granite, 11, Early Spring

What in the name of Armok's !!XXpig tail fiber sockXX!!

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So... yeah. I guess it's up to the zombies and the goblins to fight over who gets these guys. If any of them are miners I'll stuff them underground and see how that goes, otherwise I'll try to let them into the passage I mentioned in my last update and close the door behind them. They'll be locked in since I closed the other end, but the two guys I have now should be able to pierce through easily enough once they make it past the rock and into the soil. Id seems to be stuck in a corner now, so I'd say that odds of survival are up overall, though only by like half a percent.

edit: Alright, here's the rest of the update.

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24th Granite, 11, Early Spring

On the heels of those idiotic immigrants came a collection of cursed sparrow men. They don't seem to have noticed us yet, but it is only a matter of time. I and the commander have been working feverishly to bring in sufficient food for us to survive on until we can dig out an area in which to grow our own. The immigrants have survived so far, thanks to one who wields a steel axe, but as they are unable to dig into the fortress and we are unable to open the gate, as we have had to seal off the room containing all the levers, it is unlikely that they can be saved.


28th Granite, 11, Early Spring

And the time has come for us to flee to our bunker.



Iden and Obok are dead, and only Obok's screams have saved us from their fate. Fortunately both I and the commander were within the bunker at the time, having brought in perhaps two months worth of food, so we simply locked the door behind us. Our resources at this time are as follows:

On our persons, two full sets of clothing and a single copper pick. For furniture we have a single highwood bed, and for food we have one full barrel of wine, two half-full of beer, and one half-full of rum, as well as about thirty plump helmets.

Our labor now is dedicated to constructing a farm plot and digging out space for some rudimentary workshops, so we can begin to appease the ghosts which have been tormenting us. Armok save us all.


4th Slate, 11, Mid-Spring

Somehow those immigrants have managed to break down our drawbridge and seal themselves in the fortress proper.



Some of them seem to be soldiers, so I guess we shall see if they can deal with what Id has become. Meanwhile, we've found a patch of sand, which we hope will serve well enough for growing more plump helmets. We've also built a masons workshop, which the captain has been using to make some chairs and tables.



It feels good to finally make some progress.

10th Slate, 11, Mid-Spring

The sparrow men finally caught up with the migrants.



We shall see how well they fare.

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I've played a bit more, and they actually don't do horribly, but all but five or so die, with the rest stuck on the lower level, fortunately with all the food, so I'm letting them into the bunker once it's big enough to keep them separate (since some are unhappy enough that they're likely to go berzerk). Weirdly, they all seem to be fisherdwarves.

Also, I locked most of the place with the forges off from the outside so it should be possible to reclaim it for the bunker once the sparrowmen get away from it. I'd hoped to trap one of the immigrants inside too, but no such luck.

Okay... FINALLY the update. Really sorry about how late this is, first it was stuff coming up, then it was just me being lazy. And then me being very annoyed with dwarves who refuse to take a pick to a wall, even when they are holding one, have no job, and no non-mining labors enabled. Until I realized that there was a burrow active. I really hope that I'll get another one off tomorrow with a bit more meat to it, but what happened after this just wasn't exciting or terribly interesting. Also, the dwarves have an odd aversion to bed-building

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---This fragment of a journal was found at the site of some dwarven ruins, apparently called 'Agsalkikrost', in the year 1548. Little is known about this ancient settlement, except that the vast numbers of skeletons found around the site suggest that it was home to a fierce battle. The best translation of the original document is reproduced below, along with stylized illustrations, mostly formed from representational and symbolic glyphs, which, with analysis of the dyes used, have been fully restored to their original color.

10th Granite, 11, Early Spring

Truly, as the old saying goes, 'another one bites the dust'.



We found the body of Cog the bowyer today, but dare not retreive it as it appears to be surrounded by the shades of the fallen- no doubt the cause of his death. As a cruel irony, the ghost standing over him was none other than Cog Hailboards, the child. Now, we are five.



It seems that there is nothing more that can be done for old Thob, as we lack the resources and truly the willpower necessary to produce a bed for him to rest on, and he is incapable of moving himself.



The ghost of his assistant, Datan, hovers by him, as though waiting for their chance to reunite. Our old leader, Iden, wanders the halls, kicking at whatever clutter lies about, while Obok has succumbed to melancholy. Only I and the captain, Steel, remain in full command of our minds and bodies.



16th Granite, 11, Early Spring

I and the commander have come up with, if not a plan to defeat the monsters which besiege us, at least a plan which will give us a little more time to think. We've found some old pickaxes and have begun digging out a small set of chambers, which will be easy to stock with food and drink enough for the two of us. With luck we can seal this off from the rest of the fortress and give ourselves room to plan while the doctor inevitably joins the ranks of the mostrosities outside and the others give in to their despair. For reference, I have mapped out our plans and the design of the currently accessable parts of the fortress.

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In the interest of completeness, regarding that third picture, the bit to the south you can't see is a dead end, while the bit to the north you can't see is a short passage way and then a raised drawbridge.

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From here, we will be able to easily secure a part of the wooded area to the east, provided the doctor does not prove a threat, and the soil should make suitable ground for farming. We are taking as many of the animals with us as we can carry, though we hope it shall not come to slaughtering them. Once we have settled in, it will fall to us to begin the long task of appeasing the dead. Only then can we hope to rebuild, and reclaim what is ours by right.

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Again, sorry for this short, late update. I'll try to do better than this in the future

Does that even need an answer? FUN of course! even more so if they do !!SCIENCE!!.

How can a goblin steal a baby from its mother without the mother noticing over and over again? You'd think they'd learn to pay more attention to their kids, considering how much they complain once they notice...

Granted. As it happens, the slight barrier provided by the adaptation of the stories from print to film was the only thing keeping you sane all this time. The day after you finish, you complain of faint scratchings in the walls. Your use of the words 'daemoniac' and 'cyclopean', among others, skyrockets. You are found dead in a week, lying on the ground in front of a crude effigy made out of rolled up newspaper with a plate of calamari sitting on its head, that being the closest thing you could find to a squid.

I wish that the wish made in the third post after this one will be interpreted (before corruption) as meaning the exact opposite of what was written, with the interpretation of 'opposite' being determined by whoever makes the fourth post after this one.