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Journal of Kotonoa, Galena and Limestone, yr.451
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We sealed the farm and fed the rabbits, and watch some sparrowzombies fly by. I made some steel weapons and armor for the militia, the only sighting above is a Giant Snail Zombie. I should feel safe now, right?

I mean, things have been calm, so much that the livestock population is growing. Those migrants that arrived in the summer seem to be good people, and they were smart enough to travel the mountains and avoid the swamp on their trip. We're working on booze and food production right now, and the miners plan to carve an entrance for any wagon that may wish to stop by.

RabbitHut, the Creepy Murky Shelter
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Journal of Kotonoa, 18th Malachite, yr.451
Some migrants had arrived while we were cleaning up the mess. They took the mountain pass to get here, so they avoided the horrible rain. They got here just in time to pickup all the scattered seeds and start walling the farm level.

Dear troll of RabbitHut

I saw you coming a mile away.

I didn't work full-time and work all weekend just so you could re-organize my stuff.
We've got too much to worry about with the rain/clouds/zombies/dearth of trees and grass,
so I hope you understand the overwhelming response to your mere existence.

You pathed directly to my farm plot and ruined it.
So when you bashed your way into our main hall,
you shouldn't have been surprised to see all the dwarves and 2 dogs staring you down.

You would've gotten my cats, but I de-pastured them so they properly 'fled' to the main hall.
We brought enough booze at embark that we have plenty of drinks.
And I didn't plant all my seeds, so we have backups.

If you can read this, then that means you've re-animated in our containment chamber.
You're going to be un-dead in there for a long time...
And everytime I walk by your chamber, I'm going to remember your 100+ pages of beating and smile.

-Overseer of RabbitHut

RabbitHut, the Creepy Murky Shelter
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Journal of Kotonoa, 28th Felsite, yr.451
Felsite went by fast. Mosquitos, eagles, wombats, clouds are still trying to kill us. One cloud almost jumped on Minami when we were walling-up the pasture. Miyuki breached the caverns in a good spot, so I started a basic farm plot. I saw a blind cave bear - it wasn't a zombie. If it's looking for food, then this dead cavern isn't a place to find any.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

What a wonderful way to turn a practical joke into an anti-theft device !
Needs more snakes 

RabbitHut, the Creepy Murky Shelter
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Journal of Kotonoa, 17th Slate, yr.451
We've been working so much that we've all taken a spring break for good sleep and good eats. It's been rough, when we travel one direction, the evil cloud descends. When we go the other way, that mosquito corpse passes by. It's been exhausting, but the animals can't wait any longer. We'll lead the rabbits out to grass, and hopefully toss an enclosure around them. We break dawn tomorrow.

RabbitHut, the Creepy Murky Shelter
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Journal of Kotonoa, 22nd Granite, yr.451
We gathered the rest of our supplies inside. Additionally, some chairs, tables, and beds were also assembled, and we all celebrated a hard earned banquet. The day after, we spotted a green cloud outside, and Miyuki joked that the whole place was angry at us. It wasn't funny, but that glance did reveal that there is shrubery growing on the mountainside. The rabbits are looking at us with beady eyes, so our next goal is to get them to pasture. Still, I can't help but feel that the mosquito and cloud are still lurking out there...

RabbitHut, the Creepy Murky Shelter
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Journal of Kotonoa, 17th Granite, yr.451
When the creepy murky mosquito flew off, Minami and Nanaka ran outside to grab some supplies. They could only get two barrels of wine before returning and locking the door again. On a somber note, Yume found a large cavern, but it seems more barren of life than the surface. Rumors have mentioned that when a cavern is bone-dry, then it is bone-dead... We'll need to find a new pasture for our buns.