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DF Dwarf Mode Discussion / Re: Note to Urist--In which you express your frustration to your dwarves
« on: March 15, 2024, 12:09:09 pm »
Dwarves of Lashsyrups, please stop making the overseer mad:
-Urist McDepressed, for the love of Armok just go and pray to your four different gods of death and oblivion. Stop moping around in the tavern complaining you can't pray to your gods, or I'll have to make you emigrate to the fell mood factory. As building materials, of course!
-Urist Tangledaxe, stop dodging into the magma or trying to steal Bigsmears(TM). Stop selling us out to the goblins. Or I'm afraid I'll have to kick you out of the hospital next time you get a melted finger.
-Urist McMoody, stop making me useless crap. It's been 7 years and the only artifacts we have are finished goods and furniture. Yes, yes, I know you wanna make your bloody magnum opus, but at least make it something useful, or we'll sell it to the elves.
-To my dear doctors - put the soldiers' guts back in RIGHT NOW, or else. I don't care that you want to party, or recite poetry, or pray yourself to death in the temple. Do your jobs, or I'll toss you in the magma moat.
-To all foreign nobles coming to Lashsyrups, what is wrong with you? The last twelve of you were mauled by giant foxes. It's going to happen to the rest of you too, so just stay home.
-Urist McMiner, stop tossing your pick into the magma sea and pretending it's an accident. You saw what the hammerer did to the last moron who attempted that.
-Urist McDepressed, for the love of Armok just go and pray to your four different gods of death and oblivion. Stop moping around in the tavern complaining you can't pray to your gods, or I'll have to make you emigrate to the fell mood factory. As building materials, of course!
-Urist Tangledaxe, stop dodging into the magma or trying to steal Bigsmears(TM). Stop selling us out to the goblins. Or I'm afraid I'll have to kick you out of the hospital next time you get a melted finger.
-Urist McMoody, stop making me useless crap. It's been 7 years and the only artifacts we have are finished goods and furniture. Yes, yes, I know you wanna make your bloody magnum opus, but at least make it something useful, or we'll sell it to the elves.
-To my dear doctors - put the soldiers' guts back in RIGHT NOW, or else. I don't care that you want to party, or recite poetry, or pray yourself to death in the temple. Do your jobs, or I'll toss you in the magma moat.
-To all foreign nobles coming to Lashsyrups, what is wrong with you? The last twelve of you were mauled by giant foxes. It's going to happen to the rest of you too, so just stay home.
-Urist McMiner, stop tossing your pick into the magma sea and pretending it's an accident. You saw what the hammerer did to the last moron who attempted that.