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[Cerapter]

Yay for Black Flyme!

The colour errors arenot big problems, so they're okay.
And the others are typos (perseverance is good, but Toady made a typo three, so it's not accepted).

And yeah, the Dretch are left out because they're still not finished. And freaking weak. Feel free to put them in.

[Gnorm]

I have returned to continue work on the moles and the other raws of mine. Soon, they'll be playable as well.

[Cerapter]

I have returned to continue work on the moles and the other raws of mine. Soon, they'll be playable as well.

Great news!

Speaking about news, activating the Dretch gets you a map plain conquered by them. Maybe because of the hilariously screwed numbers. And they can steal children.

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[MAX_STARTING_CIV_NUMBER:100]
[MAX_POP_NUMBER:10000]
[MAX_SITE_POP_NUMBER:120]The maximum creatures per map are counted like this: MAX_STARTING_CIV_NUMBER*MAX_POP_NUMBER.
So there can be 1.000.000 dretches on the map, and they must live in towns with 120 population max.

Compared to the Chirps:

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[MAX_POP_NUMBER:400]
[MAX_SITE_POP_NUMBER:160]
[MAX_STARTING_CIV_NUMBER:6]2.400 maximum chirps per map with 160 chirps in towns max.

Even so, the dretch are so weak, the map I generated was divided equally into three parts by two chirp civs and the only remaining dretch civ.
Interestingly, one was at War with the dretch, while the other didn't care and was at neutral terms.

[DVNO]

Well, I think that's all good, then.

The original idea for them are a hive race that were weak individually but made up for it in speed and sheer number.

That's what the venomous bite is all about - the Dretch is an enemy that kills through a thousand little paper cuts. Sure an adventurer can survive their bite, but ten or fifteen? Even the strongest warrior need to worry about them in number.

but that said I am planning on adding warrior and acid spitting castes, to beef up some of them.

I'll adjust it more as the player reports and stories come in - which I really, really, hope they do    

[Cerapter]

Before Dretch:
For every 4 historical figure, there is 1 death and 8 events happening.
After Dretch:
For every 4 historical figure, there is 1 death and 40 events happening.

The Dretch shoot up the number of events in worldgen to 5 times its original size.
They aren't very memorable though individually, dying like mayflies to everything, but they make other heroes more memorable.

EDIT: Okay, they DO make historical figures. The numbers shoot up like crazy. By year 90, I had over ELEVEN-THOUSAND HISTORICAL FIGURES compared to the number before the Dretch, about 2000.

Spoiler: Worldgen image at 90 (click to show/hide)

EDIT2: Remember the 2 week advancement before you start playing...? Well, that plain stops with that much people. I suggest reducing the Dretches' number to a more sane amount. Like 10.000 or 20.000. Just write MAX_POP_NUMBER:200 instead. The Dretch will still sprawl out but there won't be 1000 pop large fortresses everywhere.

[DVNO]

It it is done.

Hmm, don't know what went wrong, I just took a page from the ant men.

[Cerapter]

...There's your problem.
Those infos are irrelevant for subterranean tribes. They're not considered during worldgen.
Unlike the Dretch, who are not subterranean and nor tribe-people.
So you get gigantic civilisations that way.

EDIT: Some bandit gangs have members of one race and leaders of the other. Oh how poetic! The gigantic civilisations of the Chirps and the Dretch are bickering with each other, while the outlaws of both have forged lifelong alliances!
...No really, that's kind of awesome.

EDIT2: You screwed up something in the creature file maybe? Because they die out in the first few years of worldgen.

[DVNO]

I only touched the entity file.

There, I removed the [carnivore] and the [no_eat] and upped the [clutch_number] to 1:20?

I know those tags were hacks to keep the goblins swelling in number without actually eating anything, maybe they're holding my civ back now?

[Cerapter]

Yup, they're working now.

EDIT:

17805 Chirps
   120 Dretches

They're a bit lacking in numbers, though.

Generally, they make some fortresses, and the chirps move in, like this here:

6: Traitorbrewed, "Traitorsbrewed", fortress
   Owner: The Pumpkin Lies, dretches
   Parent Civ: The Loving Evils, dretches
   lady: Frisig Heroiclovings, chirp
   413 chirps
   93 chirp prisoners

So most of the Dretch armies are made up of Chirp emigrants.

EDIT2:
[CARNIVORE], [NO_EAT] and [CLUTCH_SIZE:1:20] did the trick; they have about equal numbers now.
Now, if only we could get them to war now... No matter how horrible the Dretches are, they somehow never war.
I don't get it.

EDIT3:
Adventurer Hero Chirp.
Name: Sig Treasuresblack "the Red Fair Savages of Wall"
Went to a Dretch hillock.
They were attacked by bandits, so I moved near them when they ambushed me.
Shoot down all of them with a Meteoric Iron Thunder Stick with bullets from the same material, then bashed their torso in to finish them off.
The members of the hillock started attacking me, seeing me as a genocider Chirp. Which was not far from the truth, as I originally wanted to kill them all.
Took down the guards and the braver workers.
Most peasant were sitting near the walls, afraid of me.
I went up to the lord, claimed the site in the name of Teahills (and became the lady of Teahills) and then finished off the lord in the same way as I did to every other.
When suddenly, a farmer dretch got enough courage to oppose me, dodged two of my bullets (the first two times someone dodged my bullets in this life) and scored a lucky hit on me.
Died to the dretch venom.

[DVNO]

I know right? I thought [BABYSNATCHER] would guarantee do the job. As far as the game knows they are constantly and arbitrarily dueling Chirp children for crying out loud!

Let's see if [SKULKING] Changes things . . .

EDIT:

hehe, could go the nuclear warhead option and give them [CRAZED] . . .

[Cerapter]

I know right? I thought [BABYSNATCHER] would guarantee do the job. As far as the game knows they are constantly and arbitrarily dueling Chirp children for crying out loud!

Let's see if [SKULKING] Changes things . . .

EDIT:

hehe, could go the nuclear warhead option and give them [CRAZED] . . .

Read my edit for an adventure at the Dretch!
Also, it might be because the Chirps wants to preserve peace at all costs, so they avoid confrontations.

[Cerapter]

Full script from my adventure. Apparently, I didn't die to the venom...

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Generating world using parameter set CREATE WORLD NOW = 2333333
 Seed: ubyr4Xzn4ebIa2SJoJEE
 History Seed: D0LDwwa4J7aNUfn3U7li
 Name Seed: jEhzcLfyOJG0G15SfRLV
 Creature Seed: 5xmNwsosSGMNLel1auo6
** Starting New Outpost **
*** STARTING NEW GAME ***
You have discovered a cave entrance.
** Starting Adventurer **
You fail to grab the Rough-hewn Stoon Wall!
You fail to grab the soulcather tree branches!
You fail to grab the soulcather tree branches!
You fail to grab the soulcather tree branches!
You slam into an obstacle!
Your beak takes the full force of the impact and the severed part sails off in an arc!
Your right thigh takes the full force of the impact through the white grass  trousers!
Your left upper arm takes the full force of the impact and the part collapses!
A sensory nerve has been severed, a ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
You hear loud chirps.
You can't rest until you've stopped the bleeding.
You cannot travel until you leave this site.
You chirp loudly.
You can't travel until you've stopped the bleeding.
You can't travel until you've stopped the bleeding.
You have discovered a river.
You chirp loudly.
Ambush!
You strap the meteoric iron thunder stick to your Torso.
Dretch Wrestler: In the midssst of conflict...  I feel no terror.
Dretch Wrestler: In the midsst of conflict...  I feel no terror.
The Dretch Wrestler stands up.
You draw the meteoric iron thunder stick with your Right hand.
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Wrestler in the left wing, fracturing it!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
The Dretch Wrestler gives in to pain.
The Dretch Wrestler falls over.
Dretch Wrestler: The battle ragess...  I feel no terror.
Dretch Wrestler: The battle ragesss...  I feel no terror.
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Wrestler in the torso, jamming the keratin through the liver's muscle and tearing apart the liver's organs!
A major artery in the liver has been opened by the attack!
Dretch Wrestler: Hassss the tide turned?  I musssst pressss on!
Dretch Wrestler: Help!  Ssssave me!
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Wrestler in the left wing, fracturing it!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
The Dretch Wrestler gives in to pain.
The Dretch Wrestler falls over.
Dretch Wrestler: Can it all end sso quickly?  Ahhhhhhh!  No!
Dretch Wrestler: I mussst withdraw!
Dretch Wrestler: I mussst withdraw!
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Wrestler in the abdomen, jamming the keratin through the spleen's muscle and tearing apart the spleen's organs!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
A major artery in the spleen has been opened by the attack!
The Dretch Wrestler gives in to pain.
The Dretch Wrestler falls over.
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Wrestler in the left front shin, fracturing the bone!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
The Dretch Wrestler gives in to pain.
The Dretch Wrestler falls over.
Dretch Wrestler has bled to death.
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Wrestler in the abdomen, tearing the muscle and bruising the fat!
Dretch Wrestler: Death issss all around ussss.  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: Thosse injuriessss...  Thisss doessn't sscare me.
Dretch Wrestler: How fleeting life iss...  Thiss doessn't sscare me.
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: Ssssig Treasssuresssblacksss killed Traitor Godsstraitor.  I'm a little angry.
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thiss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: How fleeting life issss...  Thiss doesssn't sssscare me.
Dretch Wrestler: Can it all end sssso quickly?  Thiss doessn't sssscare me.
Dretch Wrestler: Traitor Godsssstraitor isss dead.  I musst let grief passss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Sssig Treassssuressblackssss, ssslayer of Traitor Godsssstraitor.  I'm a little angry.
Dretch Wrestler: Traitor Godssstraitor iss dead.  I mussst let grief passssss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Traitor Godsstraitor iss really dead.  I musssst let grief passsss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Sssig Treasssuressblacksss killed Traitor Godsstraitor.  I'm a little angry.
Dretch Wrestler: Ssig Treassuressblackss killed Traitor Godsssstraitor.  I'm a little angry.
Dretch Wrestler: I musst withdraw!
Dretch Wrestler: Traitor Godsstraitor issss really dead.  I musssst let grief passsss me by.
The Dretch Wrestler stands up.
The Dretch Wrestler regains consciousness.
The Dretch Wrestler gives in to pain.
Dretch Wrestler: Help!  Ssave me!
You bash The Dretch Wrestler in the torso with your meteoric iron thunder stick and the injured part explodes into gore!
An artery has been opened by the attack!
A ligament in the right shoulder has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
Dretch Wrestler has been struck down.
Dretch Wrestler: Death isss all around ussss.  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: Death iss all around ussss.  Thiss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: Death iss all around ussss.  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: Evil Guardianvile iss really dead.  I mussst let grief passsss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Ssig Treasssuresssblackss killed Evil Guardianvile.  I'm a little angry.
Dretch Wrestler: Evil Guardianvile iss dead.  I musssst let grief passsssss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Sssig Treassuresssblackssss killed Evil Guardianvile.  I'm a little angry.
Dretch Wrestler: Evil Guardianvile iss really dead.  I mussst let grief passssss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Sssig Treassssuressssblackssss, ssslayer of Evil Guardianvile.  I'm a little angry.
You bash The Dretch Wrestler in the torso with your meteoric iron thunder stick and the injured part is crushed!
A ligament in the ribcage has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
Dretch Wrestler has been struck down.
You bash The Dretch Wrestler in the torso from behind with your meteoric iron thunder stick and the injured part is crushed!
A ligament in the ribcage has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
Dretch Wrestler has been struck down.
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thiss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thiss cannot horrify me.
You miss The Dretch Wrestler!
Dretch Wrestler: Help!  Ssave me!
Dretch Wrestler: Help!  Ssssave me!
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Wrestler in the right front shin, fracturing the bone!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
The Dretch Wrestler gives in to pain.
The Dretch Wrestler falls over.
Dretch Wrestler: Help!  Sssave me!
You bash The Dretch Wrestler in the torso from the side with your meteoric iron thunder stick and the injured part explodes into gore!
An artery has been opened by the attack!
Dretch Wrestler has been struck down.
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thiss cannot horrify me.
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Wrestler in the left upper arm, fracturing the bone!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
The Dretch Wrestler gives in to pain.
Dretch Wrestler: How fragile we are...  Thisss doesssn't ssscare me.
Dretch Wrestler: Gruessome woundss!  Thisss doessssn't ssscare me.
Dretch Wrestler: Sssig Treassssuressssblackss the Red Fair Ssavagessss of Wall, sslayer of Lie Sssshieldevil.  I'm a little angry.
Dretch Wrestler: Lie Sshieldevil isss dead.  I musssst let grief passsss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Ssssig Treassuresssblackssss the Red Fair Ssssavagessss of Wall, ssslayer of Lie Sssshieldevil.  I'm a little angry.
Dretch Wrestler: Lie Sshieldevil iss dead.  I musst let grief passssss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Help!  Sssave me!
You bash The Dretch Wrestler in the torso from behind with your meteoric iron thunder stick and the injured part is crushed!
A ligament in the ribcage has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
Dretch Wrestler has been struck down.
Dretch Wrestler: I musssst withdraw!
You: Oh. Hello! My name is Sig Treasuresblacks the Red Fair Savages of Wall.
lord: Murderer!
You: It is I that felled Traitor Godstraitor the dretch.
Dretch Farmer: I have a part in thiss.  Thissss might require an ansssswer.
Dretch Wrestler: I musst withdraw!
You: It is I that felled Lie Shieldevil the dretch.
You: A few minutes ago I slew many foes.
lord: That isss terrible.
Dretch Wrestler: I musssst withdraw!
Dretch Carpenter: That iss terrible.
You: Greetings.  My name is Sig Treasuresblacks the Red Fair Savages of Wall.
Dretch Carpenter (to Dretch Farmer): A few minutesss ago Lie Ssshieldevil wassss ssslain by Ssssig Treassssuressblackssss the Red Fair Ssssavagessss of Wall.
Dretch Wrestler: Death isss all around usss.  Thisss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: I musssst withdraw!
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thisss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Farmer: In the midsssst of conflict...  I laugh in the face of death!
Dretch Wrestler: Death isss all around ussss.  Thisss cannot horrify me.
You strap the meteoric iron thunder stick to your Torso.
Dretch Wrestler: Evil Wryevil iss really dead.  I musssst let grief passssssss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Traitor Evilpock issss really dead.  I mussst let grief passssss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Lie Expeditionssssevil isss dead.  I musst let grief passsssss me by.
Dretch Weaponsmith: Evil Guardianvile iss dead.  I musst let grief passssssss me by.
Dretch Carpenter: That isss terrible.
Dretch Glassmaker: That issss terrible.
Dretch Wrestler: Death issss all around uss.  Thisss cannot horrify me.
You: How's life here?
Dretch Wrestler: Death isss all around uss.  Thiss cannot horrify me.
lord: Maliciouss outlawsss have brought terror to our doorssstepssss.  They have a camp called Traitorpocksss sssomewhere in The Plain of Lullss.
Dretch Wrestler: Traitor Godssstraitor iss really dead.  I mussst let grief passsssss me by.
You: Can you tell me the way to Traitorpocks?
Dretch Wrestler: Evil Guardianvile isss really dead.  I mussst let grief passssss me by.
lord: Traitorpockssss iss inaccessssssible from here.  [You receive a detailed desssscription.]
You: Tell me about the local ruler.
lord: The Wild Evil ruless Aethersssslie.  I am lord.  We are in the right in all matterss.
Dretch Wrestler: I musst withdraw!
You chirp loudly.
You: You must yield!
lord: You firsst, coward!
You: I'm in charge of Aetherslie now.  Make way for lady Sig Treasuresblacks the Red Fair Savages of Wall and Teahills!
lord: Thiss musssst be sssstopped by any meansss at our dissposssal.
Dretch Carpenter: That isss terrible.
You have nothing to fire with.
Dretch Wrestler: I musssst withdraw!
Dretch Glassmaker: I don't care one way or another.
Dretch Carpenter: Murderer!
You draw the meteoric iron thunder stick with your Right hand.
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The lord in the right front shin, fracturing the bone!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
The lord gives in to pain.
Dretch Weaponsmith: I have a part in thissss.  Thisss might require an anssswer.
Dretch Carpenter: Thisss iss my fight too.  There isss no need to feel vengeful.
You bash The lord in the torso from behind with your meteoric iron thunder stick and the injured part is crushed!
A major artery in the left lung has been opened by the attack!
The lord is having trouble breathing!
Dretch Stoneworker has been struck down.
Dretch Carpenter: Hassss the tide turned?  I laugh in the face of death!
Dretch Farmer: Help!  Ssssave me!
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thissss cannot horrify me.
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Weaponsmith in the left rear thigh, fracturing the bone!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
Dretch Carpenter: Death iss all around ussss.  Thissss cannot horrify me.
The Dretch Weaponsmith gives in to pain.
The Dretch Weaponsmith falls over.
The Dretch Carpenter scratches You in the right upper arm, bruising the bone through the silk sapling fiber longcoat!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
Dretch Wrestler: Ssssig Treassssuressssblacksss the Red Fair Ssssavagesss of Wall, sslayer of Lie Vilerockssss.  I'm a little angry.
The Dretch Carpenter attacks You but You jump away!
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Carpenter in the abdomen, fracturing the keratin and tearing the guts's organs!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
The Dretch Carpenter looks sick!
Dretch Carpenter: Lie Vilerocksss isss dead.  I musssst let grief passssssss me by.
The Dretch Carpenter attacks You but You jump away!
Dretch Farmer: Death...  I am not upsset by thiss.
Dretch Carpenter: Ssig Treassuressssblackss the Red Fair Sssavagess of Wall killed Lie Vilerockss.  I'm a little angry.
The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet strikes The Dretch Carpenter in the left front shin, fracturing the bone!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
The Dretch Carpenter gives in to pain.
The Dretch Carpenter falls over.
Dretch Wrestler: Lie Vilerockssss iss dead.  I musssst let grief passsssss me by.
Dretch Farmer: Lie Vilerockssss issss really dead.  Grief?  I feel nothing.
Dretch Wrestler (to Dretch Farmer): It wassss inevitable.
Dretch Farmer: Ssig Treassuressblackssss the Red Fair Sssavagess of Wall killed Lie Vilerockss.  I have no feelingss of rage.
The Dretch Carpenter vomits.
You bash The Dretch Carpenter in the torso with your meteoric iron thunder stick and the injured part is crushed!
A major artery in the liver has been opened by the attack!
Dretch Carpenter has been struck down.
Dretch Wrestler (to Dretch Farmer): That isss terrible.
Dretch Wrestler: Death isss all around ussss.  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Farmer: Death issss all around usss.  I am not upsset by thisss.
Dretch Wrestler: Ssig Treassuresssblacksss the Red Fair Ssavagesss of Wall, sssslayer of Traitor Liessbrewed.  I'm a little angry.
Dretch Farmer: Traitor Liessssbrewed iss really dead.  Grief?  I feel nothing.
You bash The Dretch Weaponsmith in the torso from behind with your meteoric iron thunder stick and the injured part is crushed!
An artery has been opened by the attack!
A major artery in the right lung has been opened by the attack!
The Dretch Weaponsmith is having trouble breathing!
Dretch Weaponsmith has been struck down.
Dretch Farmer: Sssig Treasssuressblacksss the Red Fair Ssssavagessss of Wall killed Traitor Liesssbrewed.  I have no feelingss of rage.
Dretch Wrestler: Death iss all around usss.  Thisss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Farmer: Death iss all around ussss.  I am not upssset by thisss.
Dretch Wrestler: Ssssig Treassuresssblacksss the Red Fair Ssssavagesss of Wall, sslayer of Traitor Bluesslie.  I'm a little angry.
Dretch Farmer: Traitor Bluesslie isss really dead.  Grief?  I feel nothing.
You: Tell me about the local ruler.
Dretch Wrestler: Traitor Bluesssslie issss really dead.  I mussst let grief passssss me by.
Dretch Farmer: The Wild Evil ruless Aethersssslie.  I don't care one way or another.
Dretch Farmer: Ssssig Treassuresssblackss the Red Fair Sssavagesss of Wall, ssslayer of Traitor Bluesslie.  I have no feelingssss of rage.
Dretch Wrestler: Traitor Liesssbrewed iss really dead.  I musst let grief passsss me by.
You: Join me and we can shake off the yoke of The Wild Evil from the weary shoulders of the people of Aetherslie forever!
Dretch Farmer: I have no interessst in your objectivess.
Dretch Farmer: Death isss all around ussss.  Thissss cannot horrify me.
You: I'm in charge of Aetherslie now.  Make way for lady Sig Treasuresblacks the Red Fair Savages of Wall and Teahills!
Dretch Farmer: Evil Guardianvile iss really dead.  I musst let grief passssss me by.
Dretch Farmer: I don't care one way or another.
Dretch Glassmaker: Murderer!
You: It is terrifying.
Dretch Wrestler: Help!  Ssave me!
Dretch Farmer: Help!  Sssave me!
You: Tell me about the local ruler.
Dretch Farmer: There'ss fighting!  What isss it thiss time...
Dretch Farmer: The Wild Evil ruless Aetherssslie.  I don't care one way or another.
Dretch Farmer: Death...  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Wrestler: The battle ragessss...  Ahhhhhhh!  No!
Dretch Farmer: Thissss isss my fight too.  There iss no need to feel vengeful.
Dretch Wrestler: A battle!  What'ss going on?!
Dretch Farmer: Death isss all around usss.  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Farmer: Traitor Godsstraitor issss really dead.  I musssst let grief passssss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thissss cannot horrify me.
Dretch Farmer: Traitor Evilpock iss really dead.  I mussst let grief passsssss me by.
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thisss cannot horrify me.
The Dretch Farmer jumps away from The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet!
Dretch Wrestler: Traitor Evilpock isss dead.  I mussst let grief passsss me by.
The Dretch Farmer attacks You but You jump away!
The Dretch Farmer attacks You but You jump away!
Dretch Wrestler: Evil Guardianvile iss really dead.  I musssst let grief passssss me by.
The Dretch Farmer jumps away from The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet!
The Dretch Farmer attacks You but You jump away!
The Dretch Farmer scratches You in the right hoof through the white grass  sandal!
A ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
You fall over.
The Dretch Farmer jumps away from The flying meteoric iron spherical bullet!
The Dretch Farmer bites You in the left thigh, fracturing the hair through the white grass  trousers!
The Dretch Farmer latches on firmly!
The Dretch Farmer shakes You around by the left thigh, tearing apart the left thigh's skin!
Many nerves in the left thigh have been severed and a tendon has been torn!
Dretch Wrestler: Death isss all around usss.  Thiss cannot horrify me.
The Dretch Farmer shakes You around by the left thigh, tearing apart the left thigh's skin!
Many nerves in the left thigh have been severed and a tendon has been torn!
The Dretch Farmer kicks You in the right hand with his left rear foot and the injured part collapses!
A motor nerve has been severed, a ligament has been torn and a tendon has been torn!
Dretch Farmer: Evil Guardianvile issss dead.  I mussst let grief passsssss me by.
You give in to pain.
The Dretch Farmer bites You in the head, but the attack glances away!
Dretch Wrestler: Death...  Thisss cannot horrify me.
The Dretch Farmer bites You in the head, tearing the skin!
A tendon in the skull has been torn!
Dretch venom splatters over the head!
The Dretch Farmer latches on firmly!
You lose hold of the white grass  beak cover.
You lose hold of the meteoric iron thunder stick.
The Dretch Farmer shakes You around by the head and the severed part sails off in an arc!
The head is ripped away and remains in The Dretch Farmer's grip!
You have been struck down.

There are some gems in it where my deadpan nature shows up, like:

Dretch Glassmaker: Murderer!
You: It is terrifying.

EDIT: I could rewrite most of the Adventure Mode talking stuff so that it sounds more natural. And, well, expand it a bit so that we won't get "it was inevitable" all the time. Yea/Nay?
EDIT2: "It was inevitable" is one of the many sentences that are hard-coded. Damn.

[DVNO]

IS IT? Aw that's a shame.

I've been doing a lot of new lines for adv mode to, and I was looking for that one for so long, thinking I was just overlooking it.
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Okay, [KILL_NUTERAL:REQUIRED] + [CRAZED] + [NOFEAR] is a terrifying combination. The Dretch get into some trouble now. Annd all that about them being wusses? They are formidable now, with this new mob kill on sight mentality they've got. I wouldn't even try to clear their hamlets with a fresh demi-god and a thunderstick now.   

But before I commit it to the game, I've been thinking: Does it it make more sense for the chirps and bugs to be at constant war on this little world, or would it work with the building lore more if the bug people have always just stuck below ground and the bird people have always stuck to the surface, and yes they don't always agree, but they just let each other exist in their separate worlds half of the time?

who said they had to be at war all the time, afterall?

[Cerapter]

They don't. The current lukewarm "I tolerate you and vice versa" situation is okay. After all, there'll be invaders from outer space, like the Molemen.

Just leave them as they are now for now.

And we have to, we'll modify stuff later.

[cyberTripping]

Just to be clear, anyone could jump into this and add to it if they wanted? I've tried a tiny bit of modding but I've never had too much of an incentive to do anything due to being a bit unskilled to make anything really !!fun!!, but I can pull off some more mundane stuff, I feel. I just don't want to start up on making whatever creature before being told I need to go through some sort of process to be accepted.

Also, I've read the modding rules and all, and I'll try to comply with them and not make anything too particularly broken. (Power-wise, no promises someone more skilled than me might not have to tweak a bit of bad modding...)