i love the fey/possession type things sometimes. sometimes i scramble to get the dwarf in question everything that they could possibly need, anticipating a greatly skilled dwarf who can speed up the growth of my fortress with his productivity. other times, i know that i'm going to have to strive to build something that'll take a little too much work to get up and running, so i lock them in their work shop to starve.
anyhow, this time around i'd set seven by seven rooms with a central pillar so i could put four workshops into each for efficiency, instead of using five by five rooms with a shop in the middle and stockpiles about them, and one of my dwarves was possessed..
he demanded stone. easy.
he demanded wood. easy.
he demanded thread. a dwarf collecting webs quickly provided this.
he demanded rough gems. right. this would have been easy, but it seems he wanted glass, that i hadn't gotten around to preparing a shop for yet.
i can't lock everybody out of this workshop, as this happens to be a central hub in my fortress at this moment, so i wait half a season and then station my wrestlers there, ready to deal with him when he flips, incase he decides to pose a danger to society.
of course, the best laid plans can go pear shaped with ease. mmm.. pears... could we get those added as a food type, toady?
anyway, to put colour to the events that transpired...
Bomrek Tatloshral: I need junk to make this awsome artifact!
Sibrek Kolustir: You couldn't make a mess.
Bomrek Tatloshral: ...
Bomrek Tatloshral: Could too!
Sibrek Kolustir: Haha, you make me laugh.
Bomrek Tatloshral: That isn't a laugh. This is a laugh!
Bomrek Tatloshral laughs in a sinister manner.
Tekkud Dodókkerlîg starts singing to the tune of singing in the rain.
Tekkud Dodókkerlîg: I'm mining out a drain, yes mining out a drain...
Bomrek Tatloshral: How irritating. Now where's my glass, to put a mosaic on this awsome crown i'm making. One could say it's going to be fit for a king.
Bomrek Tatloshral laughs at his own joke, prompting groans from several people as well as causing Tekkud Dodókkerlîg to inwardly cringe.
A squad of wrestlers walks into the room, does a token patrol and then declares it lunch time and head off to the food stock piles to get a cow cheese roast, with added minced plump helmet spawn, minced plump helmet spawn, minced plump helmet spawn, minced plump helmet spawn and last but not least, minced plump helmet spawn.
Bomrek Tatloshral: Anybody would think they've been sent here to keep an eye on me...
Bomrek Tatloshral waits for a moment for somebody to comment him and save his frazzled nerves.
Sibrek Kolustir: You're a right arse you know?
Bomrek Tatloshral feels tears welling up in his eyes. Inspiration had struck him, his vision of perfection had come to him, and now all that his peers could do was laugh at him and insult him as that vision slowly faded from his mind.
Sibrek Kolustir: Aww, did i hurt your feelings? Good, i've been trying to make doors to do useful stuff, like stop flood waters, now stop whining and do something useful you layabout.
Bomrek Tatloshral screams in fury, before diving on Sibrek Kolustir, who's eyes go wide in shock as the berserk mason starts beating him to death, breaking limbs and finally bringing an end to things as he bashes his head off a work surface. Sibrek Kolustir has been struck down.
Tekkud Dodókkerlîg: By the great bearded one, what happened here!?
Bomrek Tatloshral: YOU! You mocked me! You die now!
Tekkud Dodókkerlîg hops back as the berserk mason charges at him, before sweeping his feet out from under him with his pick and bringing down the mining tool on the suprised dwarf's chest. Bomrek Tatloshral has been struck down.
Tekkud Dodókkerlîg: Er... That wasn't supposed to happen.
Tekkud Dodókkerlîg glances about nervously, only to notice the nearby Sherrif not only doesn't seem to care in the slightest, but didn't make a move to apprehend the berserk dwarf either.
Tekkud Dodókkerlîg: Well then, back to work i go. Hi ho, hi ho..
Kadol Tarmidmonom: Watch it, continue singing like that and you'll get a beating and a night in the cells.
Tekkud Dodókkerlîg: Is there no justice in this world!?