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of Radiofort, the Mess CleanerWell, this year indeed begins strangely. Auze, who was re-appointed this year as overseer, urgently stepped down today for unexplained reason (I'm, as a physician, suspecting another mental breakdown). Guess who was appointed next? Still not really sure why they want me as overseer, though, as swamp fever, the bane of Smallhands, roasted me so well that part of my brain is literally melted. Sometimes I hear it blobbing in my head. Symptomes of that advanced fever (putting aside the liquid brain) include pronness to strange decisions and, sometimes, gibberish talking, but I think the last part spared me. Hark! Yark.
Speaking of liquids, Smallhands is still somewhat short of booze. Recon, our expert in a matter of drinks, is slaving like a cursed and provided us about 650 bottles already, but I suppose even our small community should burn through it in a couple of months (not mentioning that we have Auze here). I checked the labour shedule and found that only she were assigned on that important task. Meanwhile, a bunch of other citizens is actually doing, uh, nothing, chilling socially and kicking dung in such crucial time. The most appaling example was this fellow, who had literally no sheduled labor except of healthcare and seems to be treated as farmer only because he harvests occasionally. I caught him on very strange behaviour:
Bah! Gittawerk right now, you lazy sicko!
I know that he'll brew some crap, but crappy booze is still better than no booze. We already have four really pissed off beards on our hands who's tantruming constantly, and four angry beards is pretty more than our cramped society can handle. So go on and brew the shit out of that damn plants and fruits, curse you! Not literally shit, of course.
Fortunately, the food stock is full to the brim. We have a tons of prepared meals, so there's at least one problem for me to not deal with.
I think I found the other reason of unhappiness too: there's some dwarf skeletons lying in a refuse pile underground - probably some gobbo slaves from previous sieges or infamous "elf-lovers" to whom our former overseer was so hostile. Additional graves in our memorial tomb complex was ordered. I know Recon probably will want to have a word with me after, but they're still dwarfs and a dwarf skeleton is a thing no one really likes to see, especially if our fellows are tend to dart through that room on every occasion.
Spriggans the Necromancer is still here, raging in his sealed tower. One thing that troubles me a little is that he's actually free here - unchained, uncaged, unsomethinged, whatever, you got my point (You? Who? Yoo-hoo!). There's two windows in his room, so he potentially can break free through one of them and climb down to make our life funny again. I better keep an eye on that corpse-hugger...
Yes, speaking of corpses. While we have some spare hands, I decided to use a magma channel to tomb of Nogood for developement of out glass industry. Hope his soul won't treat it as a desecration, as we won't lay a finger not on tomb istelf, nor on You-Know-What stored inside of it. But seriously, just sitting here on unlimited source of wealth and won't using it at maximum freaks me out. I mean the sand, yes! Green glass is pretty, universally tradable, and with a magma channel we can turn literally all Smallhands into Emerald City of Oz (shmoz!). On the other hand, our current glass furnaces is half-way to the center of planet, so using them as actual workplaces is unefficient pain. I ordered to dig out a small room above magma channel for raw glass making, while old furnaces will have repeated sand-collecting orders. Though I'm not sure if we have enough bags... but that's another problem.
Our only jeweler need a practice too, as he's a legendary gem cutter (due to artifact creation), but have no points in gem setting, and wasting actual jewels on his training is too much of a luxury. So glass shall be useful here too.
I also found a weird thingamajig near the the magma channel - a net of short tunnels filled with water. I have no idea what is it - at first I thought it were a water reservoir for our well, but it not seem to be connected with any wells. Probably some irrigation project from previous overseers, or dousing system for magma leaks - whatever it is, I won't use it till I understand it's purpose.
Hah, speaking of irrigation. I'm not sure if it was Auze tinkering with his greenhouse project or some older story, but office of our mayor was swamped and now is full of mud. I don't think that it makes consulting dwarfs angrier, but it defenitely don't make them happier, as mud covers detailed floors they could admire. Strangely, the mayor himself don't seems to mind it:
That guy have some flexible understanding of decency.
Yes, looks like there'll be a lot of work to do...
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TBC
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