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[Sinpwn]

What blocks does it assign for block types it doesn't know? Just random?

From what I see, either doesn't add them at all, adds an odd gray static texture, or turns it into stone.
Edit: Trying to get some more pics up as soon as the lag stops.

[kisame12794]

Wow. Even dead failcannon kills computers.

[Urist Imiknorris]

That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons, even Death may die.

[MagmaMcFry]

That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons, even Death may die.

Dun dun DUN.

[Eric Blank]

Humorously, I'm running the post-lever save at 25-30fps. No explanation.

And Withona, that nutty FB in the sea, came and killed me, Mormota, and Catalyst with it's paralyzing and probably rot-inducing vapors. They died too fast to tell...

Other than that, nothing interesting has happened. Just water everywhere, pouring down the various holes, not really flooding much... The sea won't be able to keep up with the massive pit that is this fortress+caverns, I think.

And urist, that is actually a pretty awesome quote, fitting for this world. Where did you get it, if you didn't come up with it on the spot?

[Urist Imiknorris]

And urist, that is actually a pretty awesome quote, fitting for this world. Where did you get it, if you didn't come up with it on the spot?

H.P. Lovecraft.

It's especially fitting considering that the save can float around the internet forever, long after we the players (Death) are gone.

[Eric Blank]

heh, true.

Also, I think the lever pulling, and all of it's effects, is what fixed the FBs' pathfinding. Truly was such a glorious maze that none could comprehend it; not even the dwarves, who relied on the gods.

EDIT:

Migrants just arrived. Two of 'em. This fortress just doesn't know how to die, does it?

[kisame12794]

It just so dammed good at living, and it just hasn't kicked the habit.

[The Master]

The mighty failcannon has fallen to the darker ones,
The last of our great expedition fell to the flood of the sea,

We quake with fear,
For we know it's our time,
To leave our mighty fort behind,

Let us not forget how we bested hell,
Time and time again,

We shall not die,
We shall not forget,
How we thrived so very long,

Time to say good bye,
And leave our mighty fort behind,
For if we don't,
We surely won't see another drink ever again...

I know the fort isn't dead yet, but I felt the need to write this.

[Urist Imiknorris]

It just so dammed good at living, and it just hasn't kicked the habit.

Living? I think not. Failing to die? Yes. Failcannon is more of an undead monstrosity than any of the creatures in the Plain of Ooze could hope to be.

[Strategia]

Bb Trumpet
Tuba

I know some people who're willing to do this.

[Mego]

If I ever get enough time to finish up the opening movement, I'll make a new thread with a MIDI and parts for the song.

[The Master]

no no, COMPLETELY ignore the poem that I wasted two minutes of my life making, then another thirty seconds editing! THAT'S FINE! ... I'm kidding, i'm ignored all the time anyway.

[CatalystParadox]

The Fading Final Thoughts of the Disembodied Consciousness of Catalyst, Echoing Eternally into the Ether

It came to pass, at last-
(at last)
-that Andreus, wandering soul, ancient beyond my ken, fell-
(or was it his own inscrutable will?)
-to the machinations of fell Led, and with lever's pull, did unmake what countless doomed generations built-
(more their deaths' work than their lives')
-the endless tombs tumbled, signalling doom with their roar, as thousands of tortured souls were cut loose from their moor-
(now has come the day we dread, the gates torn asunder, ghosts beasts and demons screaming in their shaken hive)
-and thus it begins, the end, unending.

My vigil continues.  I make every breath in living lungs my watchfire.  I shall stand sentry here at the end of all things, heedless.  The wails of the damned I shall make my warm cloak against the night.  Every panicked, mad, anguished thought, mortal or immortal or diabolic, I drink them in.  They are my warm draught and fortitude.  My vigil continues.

I see it now.  Led has torn the world asunder.  She has succeeded in splitting Energy and Time - and now there is only Chaos and the cold Hell of eternity.  But even this gives me hope.  I shall seep in at the cracks.  I dissolve myself only to lurk in the corners of every mind - in every time.  Waiting.  Watching.  Anticipating when my time will come again.  Ready for my return.  Prepared to resume the fight.  Keeping my vigil. 

~~~~~~~~

See you in the next fort.

[Johuotar]

Migrants just arrived. Two of 'em. This fortress just doesn't know how to die, does it?

Sounds like the fort doesn't want to die. I feel we have been too hasty with the sequel.