From the Diary of Noodle, Mechanic and Fortress Overseer
Today, the role of Fortress Overseer has been handed to me. The previous overseer, AnimaRytak, seems to have subsided into an unusually silent and unexpressive state while occasionally muttering about “clowns” and the "circus" whenever he is angry. He still makes a fine broker/manager/bookkeeper, so we can still keep him around, but his reluctance to trusting others makes me somewhat wary about what exactly happened during his reign.
Anyways, now that I’m in rule, things are going to change now. First of all, this place is a mess. The hallways are crowded with boulders, the farms are littered with rocks, and the bedrooms literally have stones for pillows. Luckily, AnimaRytak has prepared a nice little 1X1 storage room for any trash we don’t want, so for now, I’ll be designating hauling jobs for everyone, “yes you too AnimaRytak, as much as you’d rather shut yourself in your room counting the number of plump helmet seeds.”
Understanding the importance of a proper meeting hall, I leave TurdBeard and Irony to their current task of hollowing out the dining room. Once they’re finished with that job, I’ve made sure to keep em busy by designating the task of digging out extra storage space for our raw materials.
The inner and outer bridges that link our fort to the outside world have also been properly aligned to their right levers, so with those tasks set up and my fellow dwarves busy hauling piles and piles of stone away, I feel like I’ve done enough for the day so I’ll just retire to my room for a nice little snooze.
Now if only I knew what was irking out AnimaRytak so much...
It's currently night time where I live, so it's gonna be a few more hours before I can get up another update.