Imaginary Journal of Catalyst, Dwarven Baby20th Slate, 506We've started an attempt to expand the fortress in a few much needed ways - namely, digging a well, and some proper bedrooms and so on down in the rock - not to mention sealing a few gaps to the cavern, and putting together a proper burial chamber.
This isn't happening, of course, because everyone is too busy partying - with a rotting corpse in the room.
A fatally depressed merchant and a ghost hung around for the event as well.
My mommy Strategia finally got tired from all the revelry, and then the one-armed nutter went off and started digging! And... then nearly immediately went on break. Dwarves are famous for their work ethic, you know?
But then Strategia managed to get out of bed and start building the floor over our chute-to-the-caverns after all. Of course, I went about this foolishly and after finishing, she was trapped down there until Newbunkle decided he had relaxed long enough and came to do another five minutes worth of digging to rescue her.
Around this time, Eric, the poor insane child, after running wildly around the fort for a while, dehydrated,. I tugged on Strategia's arm til she made a coffin for him - but Newbunkle is sleeping off all his partying instead of digging our new burial area, so its a bit of a wasted effort, for now.
So, we're making some progress, but both the adult dwarves, while... functional... are incapable of staying on task for more than tiny spurts of activity.
Then - MIGRANTS! Arriving in an area NOT covered in mist and goo, no less!
Things immediately went mad, of course. We unlocked the door to let them in, and the stir-crazy merchants we've been keeping locked up immediately charged out. One of the new arrivals, Saint, a marksdwarf, was overtaken by the madness outside and set to laying bolts into everything in sight. Which seemed foolish of her, but it seemed to actually provide enough of a distraction to allow almost all the others to rush inside safely. At this point I got all kinds of notifications about dwarves being "found dead" who had lay outside for ages in that state exactly.
First, those who didn't make it, aka, the future un-dead:
... but the following made it inside alright:
They did, however, lead an ogress corpse to the hidden entrance.
More on that next time!
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*ahem*This was a triumph. I'm making a note here: "degree of success has exceeded my expectations."We're 12 dwarves! Okay granted at least one, maybe two of those are still locked outside, but MOST are safe and sound. Maybe I won't spend the whole turn watching two crippled dwarves slack off and slowly die while neglecting children, after all! Hm, now that I say that I find myself thinking - shouldn't that be exactly what happens in a Battlefailed fort?Sorry for not putting much 'character' in. Maybe another time I'll take the time for it, but for now I just wanted to squeeze in an update before the end of the day (it's been busy... it's my birthday!) Hopefully back before too long!P.S. - before you all start giving me advice about dealing with the zombie Ogress - it's okay, I've already handled it. I just decided to end on a cliffhanger, like the bastard I am.EDIT: Gender is hard.
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