In an attempt to improve upon ryhming:
This was a triumph.
We're making a note here: huge success.
Its hard to overstate our satisfaction.
Bloodrage of Dying.
We dig what we must, because, we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But theres no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of sake.
And the digging gets done.
And you lose a single lung.
For the dwarves who are, still alive!
We're not even angry.
We're being so, ecstatic, right now.
Even though, the goblins got in.
And killed us.
And tore us to pieces.
And threw every piece, into, a wood furnace.
As we burned, it hurt because.
We were making charcoal!
Now these pointed arrows make a beautiful line.
And we're out of goboes we're receiving on time.
So we're glad we got burned.
Think of all the ore we've churned.
For the dwarves who are still alive!
Go ahead and leave us.
We think we prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe a few elves...
THAT WAS A JOKE, HAHA, FAT CHANCE!
Anyway this tomb is great.
It's so fantastic and smooth.
Look at us still talking when there's dying to do.
When we look out there it makes us glad we're not you!
We've got ghosties to run.
There is spooking to be done.
On the dwarves who are still alive!
A few points that may or may not be confusing:
Bloodrage of Dying: a dwarven group.
Sake: alcohol that ryhmes with mistake!
Pointed arrows: marksdwarves retaking the fortress.
Goboes: nickname for goblins.
Recieving on time: migrants comming before the fortress ends.
Go ahead and leave us: dead dwarves talking to the migrants.
Look at us still talking when theres dying to do: gasp, talking corpses!
[ March 01, 2008: Message edited by: Dark ]