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Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked GOD COPIES so Skeletor could attack He-Man! Unfortunately, nipples.", shouted Satan! Suddenly, Hitler died from diarrhea and Dimbulb exploded firecrackers in a anus gleefully. This resulted in incredible growth of cooperation among Hitler's fairies, who revolted Dimbulb daily to unnatural levels of sexual anxiety.  The result: UNHOLY FRIED NAZIS IN BARBECUE RITUALS! DELICIOUS!  Meanwhile, He-Man kicked ass while chewing bubblegum, until Skeletor was sexually humiliated and assaulted by Hitler's corpse incessantly. SUDDENLY, BRONIES APPEARED THROUGH PORTALS OF PAIN! "Hullo, we cum in piss.  Take us to your weed and let's fuck ponies YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" They screamed cheerfully.  Horrified, He-Man ran to Sexyville and pleaded Gandhi would defeat the bronies with the power of MURDER SEDUCTION HaLiToSiS. Gandhi, however, loved bronies, this astonished He-Man and She-Woman greatly. She-Woman slapped Gandhi hard across his tiny buttocks with lingerie, that was hot!  He-Man became aroused when Gandhi removed New Jersey and Texas from Narnia through his immense toilet plunger magically.  “Fools! Bronies can't be defeated! This will be your undiapering He-Man!”.  At once all bronies began stripping off He-Man's wedding dress and dancing g-strings, this totally fucked up He-Man's mojo and hair. Meanwhile, at school the fairies shit on learning robots, this being mandatory for the class, after which Hitler wondered HOW HIPPOS SHAG FAIRIES WHEN THEY'RE INVISIBLE!  I certainly don’t understand fucking anything, like how sex works, underpants gnomes’ galore, God dang!  Meanwhile Captain Planet eviscerated himself happily on TikTok, hoping it will receive hatemail and chocolates plentifully. DAMNATION CIRCUSES MAKE BRONIES CORPULENT AND PREGNANT!  How is this possible, tell me! NOW!  RIGHT NOW! GOD DARN!  By what god did the Eternians take to Auschwitz multiple times for a picnic with Hitler Brony? ANSWER: Zeus wanted some cake and anchovies so that he could become immensly explosive. Thus, Zeus died. Cakes taste fishy when made from anchovies, this is a delicacy in Olympus.  Suddenly Prometheus shat himself in frustration because Zeus loved dying explosively. "ARRRGH!  I hate Z̦̺͑̓͊ͣ͟A̛ͥ̾ͮ͆ͤͯ҉̖̫̫͎͢L͇̹̺̖̪͚ͪ̽̾̿͂͑̀Ğ̩̟̺̲̼͇͈̌̋̋̍̎͐̈͘͘Ô̢̳̔ͦͩͫ̚̚!̹̼͑ͧ́͞" said Prometheus. Apollo asked, "Why would ZALGO Z̦̺͑̓͊ͣ͟A̛ͥ̾ͮ͆ͤͯ҉̖̫̫͎͢L͇̹̺̖̪͚ͪ̽̾̿͂͑̀Ğ̩̟̺̲̼͇͈̌̋̋̍̎͐̈͘͘Ô̢̳̔ͦͩͫ̚̚!̹͑ͧ́͞? Seriously?" because it's the silliest ZALGO offense.  “How annoying,” grumbled Prometheus, farting while fairies dance naked because they don't have clothes and are afraid of staying single, this causing their enormous breasts to explode when thought of. Annoyances are inconvenient when everything snarks.  "On Halloween we celebrate Easter, maliciously this results in senility in fairies who prefer sodomy over vaginal bleaching. HOLY MEN, VIRGINS SPANKED, DICKS SLAPPED, NUNS LUBRICATED, AND FISH FRIED." proclaimed Dr. Seuss, smiling perturbedly at Rogers. Ghosts yelled "OH BLIMEY, NOW THEY'VE MESSED UP NUNS REAL BAD!" and started rioting in the streets! Damn, there are anchovies rioting in church, this before they sacrificed Jesus Gonzalez to Jesus Rodriguez, the Governor of Hobbiton, who requires virginal sacrifices monthly. Chaos sued Governor Rodriguez furiously. Really. Really! Despoiling spoilered spoilers causes anger in hobbits and governors, because it pisses them off every time!  WHAT?! Undoubtedly angered hobbits make fine soldiers, but DICKS and wossitsname hate pescetarian rabbis because they eat carp. Carp isn't a anjovis or real number, this should anger anyone who has fish.  Everyone exploded suddenly. *KABOOM!*. Naturally Hitler also died for our buttholes.  THE RESULTING BUTTHOLES SHOT THROUGH SPACE, WHIZZING IN ETHEREAL REALMS HAPPILY SHITTING ON KIRK! Kirk, annoyed, launched photonpotatoes at Earth, this causing my hemorrhoids to flare up and cause dreadful poetry to be recited hourly in vintage cafes. Poetry, that destroys lives isn't being casual it's provocative!  Why did Jesus cure hams? Because Kirk HATES EVERY SICK BEAT LOVER!  And Hitler licked all butts like mad, disavowing any fucker that fucked his chickens!  People are fucking Hitler’s chickens for salvation from Captain Crunch, because Crunch does crunches on baby hippos!  “HOLY CHICKEN FUCKERS, CHARGE!”, yelled Kirk. This confused Captain Crunch tremendously, which allowed Spock to masturbate to random hippo videos while thinking about mathematical formulas in Elvish underpants. "AAH!  THE HORNINESS IT'S SO CRAAAAAaaaa-zy it tickles He-Man’s crotch with ecstatic fervor!" Shouts Spock. This pissed off Skeletor so much that he peed on ponies violently, which made Bronies ask why, "WHY!?  WHY PONIES? WHY, SKELETOR?”  “Because why not?  Why wouldn't Canada accept the ponies demands of 15tons of leprechaun droppings? Maybe they only had boggart to offer?”, replied SKELETOR! Soaked in piss the ponies procreated beautiful until grammar it Hitler got pregnant twice. DEER roamed THE valleys naked (unlike Clothesman He-Man) this week, next Tuesday and Saturday, mocking Levi which antagonized Levo which annoyed Leva and Levu. The crystallized deer meth caused DrugLordSam's body to mutate deliciously and marinate Levi's testicles mouth-wateringly. Levo levitated lazily and laughed licentiously then exploded exquisitely and dropped dramatically, slamming into Leva while shitting on Levi. Skeletor zestfully pirouetted daintily across the wild valley of moonlit severed dicks, this alarmed Princess Leia, she crapped everywhere, soiling He-Man’s antique spaceship completely and juggled turds capriciously.  This permitted 48,484 babies to attack Manhattan during lunch time. Manhattan maids slapped me on my ass repeatedly with rubber penises, making Dimbulb happy! Dimbulb smiled, as he INHALED glue into his nostrils.  “I AM THE ULTIMATE DINGLEBERRY LOVER, BACKWARDS, ASSWARDS, DICKWARDS AND UPWARDS, FOREVER!” “Oh, Dimbulb! Why did the fairies surprise Mother Milfasa yesterday with LSD in their underpants?” asked the maids inquisitively. This was superb and accurate (sorta) if you understand the underlying political movements (hehe) thoroughly and are thoroughly whipped daily on TV, this really blows up during mornings in excruciating pain! Pain never feels wrong when taking sniffs of buttholes freshly wiped with grease from Greece.  Why would anyone sniff chlorine-gas when Greek grease is so damn fucking empowering!?! FECKING AYE AYE!  WHY SNIFFERS SNIFF SNIFFABLE SNUFF WHEN SNUFKIN  MUFFKIN WHIFFS WHIRLYGIGS WHIMSICALLY WHILE WHIPPING WHELPS IS WHY! Unbelievably, the blighter denounced every hippo hypocrite in Applebees, that had eaten crispy crisps without dipping them thrice in beer. Thus, Dimbulb was smitten by the sexiness of waitresses wearing rubber strap-on asses. Panic calmly people! Fear the fear that fearless fear fearsome fearful ferreting fucking fucker fairies fastening fastness fuels!  DAMN damned damners damning DAMMIT DASTARDS!  WHY DO BABIES SHIT SO REALISTICALLY AND CONSTANTLY? Asking for a scientific friend. Science isn't real, baby Cthulhu, eh? What?   That’s ridiculous, why should hippo men care why skeptical skeletons study pornography? Hippos drank dank juices greedily when darkness smothers the baby, laughing malevolently as Cthulhu cried like a chimpanzee.  “Oh, darn these hairless babies sure do suffocate easy,” Dimbulb observed an astonishing amount of asshattery going on.  Asshattery suffocates babies like decrepit elderly bronies shitting in the swimming pool where Hitler floundered flawlessly for decades while choking on poop. Poop kills naked fascists very dramatically with choking being the merciful to grammar.  Grammar is problematic if drama queens become nazis after choking on poop for several days, seriously. Sooksookloonamotnakataraitlyousnus, seriously, sounds like someone shaking shit in a bag! Damnation, such confusion is likely when fairies fuck everything vigorously so they defecate profusely on every single porch in Kansas, Dorothy! Suddenly, tornadoes began appearing overnight everywhere, it terrorized Toto, frightening stuff like apricots, mangoes, lampshades, mice, pebbles, fluffy wamblers, eggs, grannie panties, Bolsheviks, Inquisitors, wizards, Hitler and Mussolini! This made Dorothy retch profusely. Meanwhile, granny became pregnant with Satan. Who did granny think she was fooling by dressing up as Elvira, hosting luncheons on strange ships for charities, seducing Hitler with cleavage? Fat chance, dipshit, pigs can't impregnate aliens because pigs are from Eternia, where babies undermine procreation, and they desperately try to not have sex with living furniture, but it's irresistable, especially Tuesdays couch. Probably hundreds of Frenchmen prance turbulently as granny ungulates wallop gremlins and omnivores with tiny dicks, this really irks the space pigs. Space chauffeurs intervened when Hitler shat chocolate ducks publicly. Nobody understands underpants like dinosaurs with boxers pulled down to expose their tiny buttocks! Dinosaurs rock socks filled with egg rolls while scaring children under bridges and rainbows by roaring waterfalls and farting Nazis without consideration for weather forecasts nor fairies' incontinence. Despicable frogs decapitate debilitated debauchers distinguished during daring departures from Auschwitz without mercy! Severed testicles sailed off in ten directions then splatted against the windshield of Enterprise, this causing visibility reduction. Magmacube, who does geldings just barehanded, just bite them in undignified fashion on the tip, twisting the flesh painfully, thus castrating memes of their geldables. Sigged frequently. Kirk was

You’ll need lots of brain bleach

I’ve messaged tonnot98 to see if they want to play this turn. If not, I’ll download the save.

Prices are set via a simulated order book where villagers place buy and sell orders based on their needs: for example, if a family has low food stores, then they'll be willing to pay more for bread. If their food stores are empty and they're starving, then their bid can rise up to the limit of their available wealth. I am not 100% sure of the exact implementation here, I'm just going off of what the tutorial states and what I've observed. The result is that prices are dynamic enough that if too much coinage has exited the village's economy (through, e.g., excess imports) the low supply of coins will exert downward pressure on all prices (villagers won't place buy orders they can't afford: there is no debt). The reverse, where there are excess exports (or too much minting) can lead to inflation of prices, but this is generally not a problem, as there are external money sinks, in the form of the King's Tax (which is the "challenge" element of the game: you must make tax payments yearly, either in coin or goods, and the amount he demands increases over time) and imports from travelling merchants.

I stumbled across this: https://wiki.lordsandvilleins.com/subdom/wiki/index.php?title=Coin-making
This does mean that the game has dynamic currency as defined and will be added to the list. And as I noted in the last reply to you it is also receives the sovereignty mechanic bonus. It might also receive the combat bonus but I am unsure about that at the moment. What defines how a player scores and wins a game?

Ok so with that definition, PU does indeed have "dynamic currency".  There is one mechanism by which currency gets "created" by players, and this is injected into the economy via two market effects.

The mechanism is:  for a select few commodities in the market, the NPCs (governments) of each of the four "factions" have infinite buy orders at some fixed price.  There are two general classes of commodities which have infinite buy orders: economy-starters and wealth-builders.  Economy starters are like the NPC governments willing to buy an infinite amount of Hydrogen at one currency unit per unit of Hydrogen.  Wealth-builders are the NPC governments willing to buy a commodity that is difficult to produce (requiring a lot of inputs and supply chain) for a high price; say, one unit of High Tech Widget for 50000 currency units.

So what happens is, when the universe is young, not enough people have cash to buy things, but they are making a lot of basic materials, so they sell those basic materials to the NPCs to get some cash.  But as soon as people have enough cash, people are going to start buying commodities for higher prices than the NPC price: if I need Hydrogen to make my factory work, I want to buy the Hydrogen and so to get it instead of the NPC getting it, I have to offer something like 1.10 currency per unit of Hydrogen.

As the universe matures, people want more money, so they build more complex supply chains to be able to make the "wealth-builder" items.  These items are not usually in demand by the players, so the people making them can sell to the NPC at the "low" NPC price.

On the flip side, there are a few currency sinks: any market transaction has a tax; if the NPCs take the tax, that is a currency sink. Renting NPC station space I think is also a sink.  On the market side, if there is really too much currency floating around, if production from the player base is not high enough, the NPCs do have a few commodities they will sell an infinite amount of at very high prices.  For example, the NPCs might sell 1 unit of hydrogen for 100 currency units.  So if the players have such a high demand for Hydrogen, and enough currency in their bank accounts to afford it, they'll buy up all the player-produced Hydrogen and then have to pay 100 currency/unit to get it from the NPCs.  But very quickly, people might start producing hydrogen, because they can sell it for 99 currency/unit, etc.

So this to me is dynamic currency - players control the money supply by making goods to increase the supply so much the price drops to the NPC "create money" price (players need money, not goods) and by buying goods at higher and higher prices until the prices rise to the NPC "destroy money" price (players need goods, not money).

It's also fascinating because there are four independent currencies, only linked by the forex market and through trading of actual commodities.  So currency A might be 3 units per Hydrogen, but currency B might be 5 units per hydrogen.  What's really fun is that the forex trade, though, might not be in that 3:5 ratio, which means there is significant opportunity for making profit off the differences.

From my understanding of your first few paragraphs, the game wouldn't qualify as having dynamic currency because the currency creation method is not a distinct process, it is directly tied to another action. It should be an action that creates currency using a separate process. I might be reading it wrong though. However, the game does qualify for dynamic currency because of the currency exchange market you mentioned. Since there are several types of currencies that have separate attributes from other tradable items and their value is decided by separate market forces on the exchange, it would qualify.  Usually games qualify for this feature if they have a minting/printing function but some also qualify due to currency exchanges as well (though this is an extremely rare feature for a game unfortunately). Thanks a lot for your help. I'll be updating the website in the next few minutes.

@Magma, check the description of the Sili-slugs.  You forgot to change a few things when you copied over from the lavaworms.

See, that IS a notable lack of perspective. Alive he might have been a nonentity but dead he can stir the pot quite a bit in the Middle East.

I have a general question regarding the typical gameplay loop in this game. Here is a short background description that may be necessary to be aware of in order to be able to answer accurately.

I am a new player to dwarf fortress coming from civ 4 and factorio that has completed the new tutorial and am now playing my first fort. Haven’t followed any specific guides but play with google open on the second monitor and probably spend more time there than the actual game. The impression I got from reading forum posts and game reviews is overwhelmingly positive, to the point that while I am enjoying this game very much, I’m not quite sure im doing it right and getting the most out of the game. I therefore  would appreciate the input of the veterans.

From my understanding, most forts don’t stand the test of time and eventually fall, especially a players first few forts, “Losing is fun” threads being a testament to that. This is not happening in my case, and I have even started to take steps in order to promote threats. Digging deep enough to find a cavern and chopping down enough trees has now led to being attacked in frequent waves by cave dwellers, mythical creatures (not sure im using the right term here) from below, and elves from ground level. This has caused a gameplay loop that looks as follows:
My population drops from roughly 120 dwarves to 40-60 after each attack. I then proceed to replace fallen squad members and nobles, pop grows back to around 120, rinse and repeat.
General production of the fort has dropped by around 80% since these waves started, and has been ongoing for the last 4 in game years. No further meaningful progression is being made both in construction, industry and production. In addition, as the population now fluctuates so frequently, I no longer follow each individuals story, feelings, backgrounds ect.
Managing the fort at this point seems rather repetitive and somewhat pointless, and the main reason I keep going is that my initial goal was to survive for as long as I could.
Is this the typical gameplay loop? Am I doing something wrong? Or did I simply get incredibly lucky?

I’d also like to state that I come off rather cocky and arrogant with this question and is worth mentioning that I am not at all a good player and have only put in 40 hours into DF.

World information:
-Default world generation settings
-Peacefull wildlife
-No soil/clay/sand
-Nothing to hunt (I just have birds which I read cannot be hunted)
-Dense forest
-River
-No aquifer
-No necro towers, goblin civilization 1 days travel away
-No flux

Fort information:
-Duration is 8 in game years
-Population fluctuates between 40-120
-4 squads of 5, 2 leather and 2 metal, all on staggered training schedules. Leather squads are fully armed and metal squads are missing trousers and gloves
-Economy (the goods I trade) consists entirely on digging and then cutting gems
-Nobles have their requirements (bedroom, dinning hall, office ect) met
Functioning and stocked hospital (have a doctor but no specialization in surgery, diagnostics ect)
-90% of dwarves happiness is on the red face status mainly due to seeing dead bodies everywhere. Another contributing factor could also be that they have unmet religious needs despite having temples for each of their desired gods but im not sure about that one
-Drinks and food are plentiful but non varied, drink from plump helmets and food from lavish meals via fish
-Additional facilities that perhaps might be worth mentioning are jail, library, graveyard (with engraved slabs for each dwarf that dies), barracks for each squad.

Thanks in advance for any input and happy digging.

Rename the game into Spider Spider

Better left untold.