![]() ![]() After working some more on the Magma Pump and the channel leading into the camp, I return upstairs to my military's training room to see how Plan B is turning out. Pleased with my solution, I return my benevolent attentions back to the caves, which are infested with fucking animal men and who are not taking their internment in dwarven concentration camps lightly whilst I work on the Final Solution to the furry problem. He wants to master a skill, he is frustrated at being unable to practice a martial art and holds warriors in the highest regard: into the military he is drafted so he may learn to temper his ferocity. I - wishing to preserve the legendary cook and reasoning that stone-crafters are a dime-a-dozen in an economy geared to produce a million shitstone mugs a year - decided to let Cookie off the hook and funnel his RAGE into a more productive role. The first thing he did was punch a stone-crafter to death in a fit of rage. Except Cookie turned Evil, he spent his days in that fucking kitchen nursing a terrible hatred, forging incredible meals into which he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life. Cookie was told to STFU about mastering a skill and to get down to the kitchen, where he would spend his days preparing ☼Plump Helmet Roasts☼.Īnd there it should have ended: Cookie, the Legendary cook and Woody the Legendary carpenter, to each according to his needs and from each according to his ability. Which was a shame, really, because we already had a fucking master carpenter, and all the wood was earmarked for our burgeoning steel industry regardless. "Cookie" was a dwarf who dreamed of becoming a master-carpenter. The bastards *remember*: worse, during their downtime, they sit and fucking brood on the wrongs they have suffered. ![]() The Dorfs are fucking revolting - their brains are mapped, not on human terms, but as receptacles for big, fat extracts from the Book of Grudges. I have never had to switch on Dwarven Justice before: my dudes always marched along just peachy, lockstep towards a socialist Utopia where the Dorfs had seized the means of production (read: shitstone mugs) and were a perfectly content fraternity. Dwarf fortress miasma upgrade#Worse, the fucking Cyberdyne learning computer that is the Dorf brain has had an upgrade which means it. Tantrum spirals are now definitely 100% back in the game. The new big-fixes are in: the Dorfs have had their emotion chips reengaged. Enjoy your colostomy bag in whatever passes for Dorf Heaven, you dumb gutless fuck.ĭorf victory! Fuck off back to hell you dead cunt. Someone didn't get the memo about wrestling being a piss poor tactic against something twenty times your size. Seeing as how it's poisonous, I suspect that Promotions will feature in the near future for some other lucky military dorf. The military leap into action, cornering the fucking giant poisonous budgie and proceed to hack it to death with DRAGONGLASS FUCK YEAH.Ĭaptain Bitey needs no sword and decides to bite the fucking thing to death. Not as bad as the last time tbh, because this one doesn't breathe fire. Fortunately, the poor dwarfs subjected to his tender care died of dehydration before they could starve to death. Fucker knows a lot about cheese, less about encouraging bones to knit / remembering to feed the patients. Our new chief medical dwarf used to be a cheese maker. Hospital *was* able to cope with the injured, at least until our bone doctor went outside to pick up a stray xxxx and got Ogred to death. The dwarves are really hurting, the constant harassment of harpies every time they go outside has left us with a lot of walking wounded. It continues to piss elf blood from the sky. So far we've killed eleven of the fuckers I don't think the biome can support much more than that, so a species-wide genocide looks imminent. There are bits and pieces of ogre splattered everywhere. ![]() We found obsidian (read: dragon glass) deep in the mountain and used it to make glass swords.įucking things are sharp. After our initial strategic failures re wrestling, things have improved. The monkeys run through the front door to steal shit and - because the only way into the central staircase is through the military's training room - they are promptly blown right the fuck back out again. It's barely worth mentioning because the fucking harpies and the ogres are a hundred times worse. ![]()
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