So I've been aware of Dwarf Fortress for some time (mostly via screenshot LPs like Boatmurdered, which is fucking glorious) but just couldn't get into it. The graphics, the interface, it was all too much.
Fast-forward some many many months and I've been on a Nethack kick. Mostly with a tileset but sometimes on default graphics, and they're growing on me. So I stop and think "Hey, I'll give Dwarf Fortress another go, why not!" ...So I do. And the default graphics, while I can now appreciate the aesthetic, are still not doing it for me. Just...When I'm murdering a goblin, I want to see
some semblance of a goblin.
Anyway I decided that, unable to penetrate Fortress Mode (I can't even figure out how to cut a tree, much less the mad chaos of the interface) and not really feeling up to learning at the moment, I'd give Adventure Mode a spin. Figure I'd lead this little fella on as long as I could then when he died, I'd have a nifty legend to justify a band of drunks venturing out to build a crappy fort.
So I grab a tileset (Ironhand, I think) and soundsense (the lack of sound was another problem for me) and set to generating the world. I decide my adventurer needs something...Unique. And then I decide that something is "He only ever fights via biting". This unique trait in mind, I dump all my points (I went with Demigod for max potential) into biting. Others points went into endurance, toughness and some other thing. Whatever. His surname (for story purposes, nickname whispered in terror by drunks) is Bloodtooth (Full name: Urist Bloodtooth, the Carnage of Brothers - The epithet will make sense shortly). The vague outline I gave myself for character backstory is "A fortress guard totally loses his shit and just starts biting throats out wherever he roams. Things proceed from there." So I start in a fortress and wander my way to a room full of my fellows.
My first act of dwarven brotherhood? I latch onto a peasant's head with my teeth. Then his thigh. Then various other appendages and body parts until he bleeds to death. Rinse and repeat with a bonecarver and an herbalist. Viciously murdering the herbalist agitates a resident diplomat into trying to murder me, so now I've gotta kill
him too. As I'm chomping on his hands, arms, feet, legs (by the end of it, his only form of attack was biting), I get a sudden urge to swallow his tongue. Chomp. Rip. E. And then disappointment. I can't eat his tongue.
I can lick it, which is amusingly silly, but that just doesn't provide the same feeling, you know?
So I bite out his eyeballs and leave him to flail blindly until he bleeds out, but not before he punctures my lung. It heals with some waiting and I take out my anger on a nearby surgeon by biting off all of his toes. Now I'm systematically slaughtering the rest of the room's inhabitants in similar fashion and still mourning that I can't eat their tongues. And now wondering if I can pick the tongues up and start a collection. All this while the rest of the folks in the room spectate with the occasional horrified or apathetic comment.
This was my first day in Dwarf Fortress. I feel it went well.
(And I notice somehow I can latch onto an ear with one upper tooth and a toe with another upper tooth...What kind of horrific Lovecraftian beasts are these dwarves anyway? XD)