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Dorms are a good substitute until you can do individual bedrooms. Start with bedrooms for nobles and those who need them; then go to personalized bedrooms for the entire fort to raise happiness. Make sure the rooms aren't as good as your nobles' quarters, or they'll get bad thoughts. I had an issue once with a bedroom that had a native platinum wall. Made a 2x2 bedroom of equivalent value to my count's 5x5 room.

Or you can go on with dorms. But individual bedrooms have other advantages, too, such as: locking dwarves in when they go berserk in their own rooms; locking other stuff out to keep some survivors in the event of a catastrophe; keeping your dwarves a tad happier; etc.

Clothes wear out.

Steel does not.

Miners and woodcutters cannot wear steel and still be miners/woodcutters.

TOADY WHYYYYYYYY

My problem is that I want all of my dwarves to wear the steel gear I've made so I never have to make more clothes. That industry is relatively annoying to sustain for the fifteen or twenty years before I'll be able to re-secure the caverns. I don't want to have to deal with xclothingx! It's enough of a pain in my 25-year-old fortress - I won't let it take root here if I can help it.

And yet it seems completely impossible to have miners and woodcutters wearing uniforms and still mining/woodcutting. This is so stupid.

The problem has grown. I have around 400 corpses of various kinds. Half overground, half underground. I should never have killed the blind cave ogres I had trapped; their presence was keeping other creatures from showing up down here, and now that they're dead, the underground undead population has skyrocketed. There are cave ogres, a voracious cave crawler, many crundles, many creeping eye parts, even a cave dragon. All of it has died and risen. I may never be able to retake the caves at this rate...

Anyone have any brilliant ideas for dealing with hundreds of corpses? My FPS is suffering and it'll be a good fifteen years before I have any chance at a good military.

arm the entire ceiling for dropping

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Since that would annihilate the bodies, maybe...

The second forgotten beast is a flyer.

Won't a cave in kill them only temporarily? I'll still have to deal with their bodies somehow.

Tombcoasts, Year 3

There are two normal reanimated corpses strangling a heinous gloom zombie cat outside while dozens of other corpses and zombies chase around all the migrants who show up. We have abandoned the upper world and now dwell solely in the caverns.

And there's a forgotten beast fighting the continuously reanimating corpses and skeletons of a bunch of rodent men that I was ignoring. Maybe some day we'll have a military capable of beating it and the corpses long enough to get them all atom smashed, but for now we'll just have to stay safe in our own little airlocked section of caves. Most of the first year was spent securing enough land for farming.

We also have two blind cave ogres in a pit fighting all the reanimating skins and hair of the various cave creatures and migrant animals we butchered. Unfortunately, their continued presence prevents other cave creatures from appearing around the edges of the map, so sooner or later I'll have to kill them... somehow. I'll ponder various solutions to that particular problem.

My first child, a beautiful daughter, was born last winter. It's had me pondering the strange circumstances of life and death in this Armok-forsaken wasteland to which the king has banished me. Despite all the desolation beleaguering our tiny outpost, despite the continual flood of migrants who die and rise again in undeath, despite the clouds of gloom that invigorate both live and dead alike and transform them into ravening monsters opposed to all life, still new life is born and new love blossoms. Tragedy compels us to write records in stone for those who come behind us to this place, whose lives we cannot save. Ghosts of dwarves we do not know haunt our dreams, both waking and sleeping. Beasts unlike anything we have seen or imagined or dreamt fight the living dead just outside our walls - living dead who, while living, would have slaughtered us mercilessly. Countless shrieks and groans come from the pit where the cave ogres fight their endless battle. And still we live, still we thrive, still we farm the soft cave soil and reap the plump helmets. Still we drink the wine and eat the cave crocodile egg biscuits.

Ah, perhaps I should cease these philosophical meanderings... they're what got me thrown out here in the first place.

Kivish Titthallogem, expedition leader of the outpost of Tombcoasts

He died and rose. Then I think a thralling cloud made him into a Heinous Gloom Zombie. But I'm not entirely sure, he might just be a regular old undead. Regardless, his ghost has been hanging around and I know more caravan guards will show up sooner or later. Thanks for the info, I'll go looking for that command.

I managed to save a migrant wave of 5, then one of 3. Now two children have been born, so my living population is almost equal to my slabbed population. Yay!