I'm gonna keep editing this as I go until someone else posts, because I'm bored.
11th Slate, 508
It's been a horrible month. We have no coffins to bury the dead, so they were left to rot in a heap. My wife and child were among them! Then that bitch, the vampire, got let inside somehow and came in to complain about how awful HER life is. As if there was anything I could do about it, besides install a high-pressure wash and have that disgusting pus-flavored brew covering every square inch of her body. We really need one. Unfortunately, for the moment it will have to be operated manually, and shower-victims will have to be permitted to enter the fortress before being hosed down. Really need to set up a small pump stack pouring water out from above the airlock, but until Nexus is in better shape, emotionally, we have nobody fit to go outside and design the exterior components to this structure.
Worryingly, the world appears to grind to a standstill on occasion, making a horrible, aweful noise as if some sound that was occuring in the background was being repeated over and over in rapid succession. It's been rare, but is rather disruptive to getting things done.*
One of the kids, Catalyst, has taken on a rather strange mood. He may well invent some god-awful worthless bone artifact...
I also took a look in the caverns; there's an army of crundles outside the door. I'm currently drawing plans for a capture tunnel to handle large numbers of the things at any given time.
*[ooc: My computer is being a flaky-ass bitch. Apparently something is wrong with core #1 because it'll freeze suddenly with a massive spike of activity on that core and makes horrible grinding noises. Have you ever listened to a section of death metal on infinite .5-second repeat, lurchign along like a dying dog? Sometimes I wish I could forget what this freezing does to the audio output. It also prevents mouse and keyboard input on occasion. Sometimes this lasts for minutes at a time and I just have to go get a drink or something while I wait for it to calm down.]
21st Slate:
Catalyst's great creation is... a crundle bone bin. An ugly one.
OH ARMOK some bastard of a ghost ripped a woman's leg off at the hip! Poor Pyro.
20th Slate, 508:
Things went from bad to worse with the wierd time-pausy-thingy problem: Time ran in reverse! Rapidly! It reversed right on back to the day before Nexus was let inside. She then went mad and beat on the doors, threatening to kill us when she finally made it inside, which didn't happen. Instead, she was left out there with her zombie pals to wreak of dung and rot. And gods is that an offensive odor! Migrants arrived and were slaughtered. Notably, we all chose not to do what we did last time and went on with our business, no-problemo. This means that Catalyst never made that god-awful bin, which I consider a blessing.
Anyway, that persisted for a week or so and then things went backwards AGAIN! To about the same point in time. This time, though, several interesting things happened: Nexus was once again in a relatively non-murderous mood. I opted to leave her outside anyway, just in case. Some raven corpses made their way inside somehow, mauling an alpaca and Mego. Mego survived the encounter. Then migrants arrived; not the same ones as last time, and only two in number. They fought their way across the plains, taking on about 2-3 undead alone, and made it inside the airlock with her. At that point I decided to let her in, on the condition that she neglect to assault anyone. The migrants chose the names Deathsword and Splint. They're married, apparently. Deathsword was moderately injured by an undead dwarf and immediately admitted to the hospital.
Nexus insisted we meet for weeks; I of course couldn't take any time off and told her to get back to work and worry about it later. At some point, our dear child Kar Puwuncobi passed away, having died of thirst. His mother and the nurse responsible for his care are pretty shook up about it. I don't know why he was admitted o the hospital, though. I wouldn't like to see some sort of wasting syndrome slowly sucking us of all fluids. Not that Nexus won't, if we don't get her contained again soon. Very soon.
Yesterday, Nexus confronted me while I was mining. We argued, and she threw a fit and attacked me. I think I'll be alright, but she gave me a nasty gut-punch that's kept me too nauseous to get out of this damned hospital bed for the last day or so. Doctors still haven't come talk to me yet. Fucking hurts, and that bitch is still standing over me as I write this. It's making me VERY nervous. Volfgarix has also been throwng tantrums. I bet he'll come looking for a dwarven punching bag, too.
21st Slate, 508:
I got out of the hospital to find Volfgarix teasing the giant cave spider up at the entrance. Dear Armok, I hope it eats him and he didn't notice me.
Nexus followed me all the way down to the dig site again, damnit. I don't like being corned by night creatures.
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