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 I still fondly recall the first time I trapped a whole siege between two raised bridges and opened up the magma floodgates.

I want this on a shirt.

So, the mighty fortress of Decentspear was living up to its name and being... Well... Decent. Nothing too fancy, just mining out iron and making serrated disks, mostly.  I have a small courtyard walled off for the trade depot, with a second set of pathchanger walls outside my gates, to lead invaders over traps liberally sprinkled outside my fort. One day, the elves came a calling. 
I am not much of an elf hater, the whole eating people thing is... Eclectic, but my dwarves enjoy tossing goblins down a fifteen story shaft to their unavoidable doom.  To each his own.  I bring up some of our weakest booze in the worst pots, and a couple iron discs to the depot.  I pick out a bunch of things, and let them make a nice 5K profit.  Lucky little forestdwellers this day. I hit 't'.

Once a beautiful tree, but now a rude bauble fit only for your kind.
*eye twitch*
Sigh. Now why did you go and make me angry?  I'm not a nice overlord, I'm just relatively polite. And I've been training my conscripts quite thoroughly in the art of making holes in living things so the noises stop. Now my plan is to wait for the next caravan, and dump all this elven wood stuff on them as an offering.  All in all, not what I wanted, but it satisfied my bloodlust for awhile, til the next ambush at least.

The trading system works great. When I'm paying attention. Four elves, three yaks and a water buffalo lost their lives due to my inattention.

If you make a shitton of volcanoes and search through them for awhile you can find short to very tall, quite sheer cliffs, depending on where they are.  You'll know what I mean when you see it, instead of a huge area of large cliffs, it will be a three by three little blip with the volcano in the center.  They are the only things I embark on these days.

Elves arrive to trade at my fort.  Cool beans, I need some cloth.  Hmm. No cloth, so I buy a buncha clothes and clay and assorted odds and ends.  Trade it all for three serrated iron discs.  I hit 't'.
Once a beautiful tree, and now a rude bauble fit only for your kind.
 
 
Motherfucker, you had a 5K profit, but you just FUCKED that up.  Summon the militia, I've had it up to here with these pointy eared ponces.
Militia, these elves are spies and enemies of our glorious nation.  Dispatch them immediately. I heart s-k-r-enter-enter.

O.o

I thought Gabgenel was the one from Ithydibandis whose mother got caught up in the Goblin babies scandal...


Err, and on topic, no idea, what version you using?

Hehe, they all wanted steel bars and they're in a no flux area with plenty of iron.  Poor bastards.

Now, when I watch Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, I think, 'Why isn't Indy using a silver whip?'