From the Journal of Spish "Splashoils" Rulushuzol:
13th of Hematite, 301You know what this place could use more of?
Yeah. Dragons don't take shit from nobody. A few more hatch covers wouldn't hurt either.
...Oh right, where was I?
The ogre makes short work of the three footsoldiers, but due to it's lack of functioning legs it can't keep up with the crossbowmen. Eventually one of them lands a miraculous shot, splitting the ogres head in twain, proving these things actually can be defeated. Unfortunately for them, their wild firing attracts unwanted attention.
Let's just say it wasn't a pretty sight.
...
Can one of you IDIOTS close the gate already?
20th of Hematite, 301Finally, we've reached the magma sea. With a magma smelter pumping out iron, and all that other stuff out of the way, I've started the mining out a separate, stone fortress, complete with its own aquifer breach and surface airlock entrance. If hell breaks loose up top, we'll be able to keep it out of here. At least, that's the plan, anyway.
Sanctume had his fancy engineering and all that, but me I prefer to do things the easy way.
11th of Malachite, 301
Migrants arrive from the north and are immediately swarmed by the undead hordes.
It's a troublesome scene to be sure.
You may want to be more careful around those bodies of water, we got spinos.
By the time I manage to get the gates open, only two of them are even still alive. Let's see how they're enjoying their vacation so far...
Yeah yeah, we get it. Sheesh, you don't have to be such a drama queen about it...
15th of Galena, 301
Puzzlebark is acting strange, he must've taken a few too many blows to the head.
I won't lie, it
is a nice hat. But surely you could've made something more useful, like say, a hatch cover perhaps?
15th of Limestone, 301Traders from the Mountainhome arrive with their wagoned caravan.
They make it to the Depot, but after hearing the agonized screams of their co-workers, they quickly begin to have second thoughts. They start to head back out the way they came and...
Oops is right. Just then it dawns on me that we have the Forest Titan right where we want it, I have Ryukan, who is locked in the control room without food or water, quickly seal up the west tunnel. I can still hear them screaming the next morning.
CAN YOU FEEL THE KINDNESS!?
LOOK AT ALL THIS GIVING!!!
Okay, how the hell do you even kill this thing? They were stabbing it for days. By the way, its severed hand is
its own entity now.
A pair of merchants managed to escape into the fortress. They've lost everything.
He crawls off into the caverns, never to be seen again.
30th of Sandstone, 301Most fortresses just have roaches and other crud like that.
We have to deal with...
...I really hate this place.
15th of Sandstone, 301One last migrant wave. With the titan locked away many of them actually make it into the fortress this time. They are stopped in their tracks by herd of zombified farm animals. The smart ones go around, the stupid ones try to fight their way through it.
We now number at 26. Among the survivors, Spriggans Guardedflag the axe-wielding jeweler. He is appointed as captain of The Dead Planks.
A human bard and his swordsman friend snuck their way into the fortress during the chaos. He introduces himself as Lapip Knowledgeknower.
What the hell kind of a name is that? It's kind of suspicious if you ask me... anyway, I look away for one moment and he makes his escape, no doubt spreading word about our adamantine riches to the outside world. Am I going to have to install an anti-comedian security system?
26th of Timber, 301Some deadbeat poet tried to make their way into the fortress. The giant firefly husks got to 'em first.
They were also apparently contagious...
10th of Opal, 301A human spearman by the name of Onbir Yawnjoy enters through our brand new airlock, and offers his services to our military. Whatever you want man, it's your funeral. It's an honor to welcome someone who appreciates hatch covers as much as I.
11th of Opal, 301
Wait, who in their right mind would send a
child to a place like this?
22nth of Obsidian, 301I was in a bit of a hurry and may have made a few miscalculations with the plumbing. Where the hell is all this blood coming from anyway?
Why are there chain restraints in all the bedrooms, you ask? Well that's none of your concern, citizen.
The Cyclopean Snacks is now open for business. We now have a temple to Kidet, the god of War, Chaos, and Fortresses: The Cathedral of Reigns. I have also established a temple to Tarem, The Sanctum of Biles, for our (unsurprisingly) rather prevalent worshippers of death, disease and suicide.
1st of Granite, 302The year has come to a close, finally freeing me of all this damn responibility.
Yeah, I'm not really cut out for this whole leadership thing; I'd hate to be the guy that has to clean up this mess. Speaking of which, I wonder how they're preparing for the job...
Hey, I get most of my notes from random screenshots and sorting through all that junk takes time. Imic, you may begin. I wish death upon you, best of luck 
http://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=12016I tried to get way more done than I realistically could've, hence why the fortress is such a bloody mess. I had plans for a doomsday lever, but obviously I didn't have the time or the means to put those contraptions together. Guess I'll leave that one up to you guys. 
The save is perfectly compatible with the new version, so we may as well move on up. Course this may prevent people from using programs like Therapist and DFhack for the time being.
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