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[Darvi]

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[Darvi]

> Get the candy industry running.

You tell the craftsdwarves and furnace operators to get a-smelting. Soon enough, you have enough candy bars to equip your best fighters with state of the art equipment.

That's you, FFS, BD, and Glampi, by the way.

> D + BD + FFS: Pose like a team because shit's about to get real.

Shit has attained an unbelievably high reality score.

> Troll: Have a strange mood.

One of the blacksmiths has bunkered himself inside one of the forges, claiming to be working on a new masterpiece.


The result is less than overwhelming.
At least all this work made him good at what he's doing.
You wanted to assign him to candy-equipment-crafting duty, but he points out that his work is different from weapon- and armoursmithing.

Lousy stupid goddamn skill system.

>Vile Force of Darkness: Arrive.

'sup.
You've been here for over a sweep now, so you guess that's done?

>Bright Force of Peace and Acceptance. And also Hugs: Appear.

That pesky cult again. They never know when to give up.

And this time they got a pwnycorn lusus with them. They are incredibly tough, as you are about to find out.

==>

The battle is won. The pwnycorn and signless followers have been slain and will be processed into soap.
Washing yourself with the tainted bodies of your enemies has always struck you as odd, but you're pragmatic enough not to care.

That pwnycorn broke your arm though. Damn candy armour doesn't help if it doesn't cover every single square centimetre of your skin, it seems.
Putnam has been giving you lots of shit about that. Says that you're not in a state to lead the fortress, and that you should be glad that you wouldn't be culled for your disability.

Goddamn hypocrite didn't even work for weeks. The danger room's still not completed due to the lack of mechanisms, the construction of which you asked for months ago.

But that's okay, you guess. At least you can concentrate on fighting from now on.
Somebody else can do the pesky administrative jobs.

>Somebody else: Be Willfor.

[Putnam]

I just looked at the save

You do know the manager/workmaster needs an office to have the job manager work, right?

[Darvi]

Yeah but I changed the position literally seconds before the year ended and didn't have the time to assign them the chair.

For most of the time you've been busy partying, sleeping, and going on breaks, though.

[Willfor]

I've downloaded the file, but school and commitments are going to keep me from doing a whole lot until Friday. However I'm very excited to be taking my turn!

[freeformschooler]

Alright, Willfor seems busy or has just forgotten. Putnam, I volunteer to do another art-filled turn if you don't want to wait on him.

[Darvi]

Just remember to give the candy brigade some gauntlets.

:V

[Putnam]

Huh. I just noticed that today too.

Since it's been weeks, another turn from the first person who offered would be good. And that's you, freeformschooler. Go for it.

[Darvi]

Alternatively, new fort with the new got tigers.

[Putnam]

That will have to wait

And it would be too easy unless I really ramped up the difficulty.

Challenge motherfucking accepted.

Okay, I already have ideas:

- Dragons become ~as common as musclebeasts

- Spidermom is about the same, but cavern-based.

- Musclebeasts become prone to rage.

- Kangarams disembowling you with their kicks (next version!)

- Giant sea goats in the ocean (Ocean embark? Hell yes.)

Oh wait, you meant a new fort with the new got tigers as enemies!

That's boring Epic battles would be fun!

[freeformschooler]

>Be Freeformschooler



You are once again UNNASK "freeformschooler" RENGRA. You and the rest of THE SCOURGES OF FAINTING - the fort's most prominent military squadron, including all-stars such as DARVI, BD, YFINDR and DRAGNA - have just dispatched the umpteenth pack of ZOMBIFIED ALTERNIAN HONK-BIRDS. Those things are pests, always caww-caww'ing, except it's more like a high-pitched "CAAAUUUUGGGHHH" since they're zombies.

What will you do?

[Putnam]

>Be prepared.

[Darvi]

> Don helmet made of Trogdor-skull.

[freeformschooler]

Turns out I have less time and motivation to do this right now after all. Sorry guys.