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[Grendus]

The last dwarf I had go berserk I used for training. Assigned a macedwarf with a spinal wound to "practice". And the worst part to me was that he was up to professional furnace operator, making him useful for working through the massive amounts of magnetite on this map.

I'm building a giant execution chamber with multiple deathtraps. So far I have a magma pit, and when I finish clearing the stone I'll also have a drowning chamber, a dwarven slap chop, a vivisection chamber, an atom smasher, a chunker, a mangler (base quality weapons in base quality mechanisms), a catapult chamber, a firing wall, and an orcput field.

[Beanchubbs]

I haven't personally done it, but quite a while ago, I read about somebody who made something called the Whippit. Basically it was a checkerboard design with weapon traps all filled with one single silver whip each. The prisoners would walk around for a whole season being whipped until they finally died.

[Crowbar]

I've got to admit, I still feel a little bad every time I drown the elven caravan.  But I felt even worse when I assigned a puppy to a terrarium in my dining hall.  That's no way to treat a puppy!

[Argonnek]

Hmmm, I was under the impression that all DF players were as jaded as I am after their first fort goes down in glorious flames. Remember: do NOT underestimate fire men

Whippit.

Whippit good. (couldn't resist)

[Supercharazad]

Oh yeah, I love this one. It was actually pretty easy to make too. All you need is a bunch of stone and a mechanic's shop.

By a bunch I suppose you mean about 20-30 stone?
when you start building giant, 20-30 Z-level towers then you will be using a bunch of stone...

[DaMunky89]

*lol* Well, I call it a "bunch" when it's like a handful of rocks. (Yes, I realize these stones are half the size of my dwarves, but still, 20~30 is not much.)

When you start making above ground buildings I call it "alot", or in extreme circumstances "a whole lot". ^_^

[Asmodeous]

A bad person is a good dwarf

Wow, I must be a really great dwarf then. . .

[BlazingDav]

Oh yeah the upgrade

Use, 1 x corridor width, bridges resting behind channels on the edges of the hallway, instead of the doors or hatches, only downside is that instead you can't put any pressure plates in the killing zone, maybe more work and such, but will be building destroyer proof and trouble proof in general if you pull the levers correctly and all, could even fill the channel with magma or water. Though I just thought, hook up a repeater to the thing and the pressure plates aren't an issue, could even cooly alternate the bridge arrangement so half the walkway has bridges down on it one moment and then the other half the next, or randomly for giggles.

Also I'd reccomend that the bridge acting as the last lock keeping them from getting inside the fort is 2 x corridor width, resting on the end of the corridor with a channel between it and the walkway, would allow emergency flooding if you feel like it or need to, but also allow civilian activity behind it to carry on without them getting scared. Naturally keeping it down as long as possible to lure then enemy in is important, but risky =P

[Retro]

This explanation turned into a bit of a story-like ramble, so spoiler-tagged.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The worst thing I ever did I never completely finished (though came damn near close to) - I set it up on my first fort, actually, after the kids started becoming adults and sieges had gotten monotonous.

As many first fortresses do, my defense consisted largely of traps. In this case, I had set up lines of cage traps between archer towers, forming a lovely perimeter. This led to, over the years, about a hundred and sixty-odd goblins being kept in storage, including all the local leaders. Eventually I decided to do something with them. This led to the Goblin Games room.

Upon release, goblin POWs pathed as best they could towards the exit. This took them into a 5z level labyrinth, about 25xy wide. Rather than simply going up, it went up and down and all around a few times. Rather than simply running in a straight line, I channeled out holes covered by bridges and set up three different repeaters to attach them to. Pathfinding would not have a good day here.

The second room was a simply path over a magma pit. However, archers were stationed on both sides of the pit, starting from a good distance away and finishing within a tile from the running goblins. Avoiding the boltfire was close to impossible.

The goblins were then herded into the arena. At this point I would lock the exit door, and all the goblins who made it through would run into it, realize they couldn't escape, and stand around idly. After a fair few were through, I released the Giant Eagles. The elves brought me a breeding pair, you see.

The survivors, rare as they were, got to run through another bane-of-pathfinding room. Ten thin but long platforms were littered with spike traps, each platform being connected by three seperate bridges to the next. All the spikes and bridges were connected to different repeaters, forcing the goblins to take different paths and run over the suddenly-protruding spikes. Those who fell simply limped back under the platforms to the entrance of the room and tried it again.

Few made it through those four rooms. However, I did have some local leaders, and I like the number five, so I thought a fifth room would be nice. The one or two goblins that made it through the hell I laid out for them found themselves in a nice, tall, cone-shaped room. The wide circular base tapered as it continued 15z up, with a thin path following along the walls all the way to the exit. Upon escaping the cone, if they could contend with the single giant eagle waiting at the exit, the goblins would be free to go. However, to begin the ascent, they had to step on a pressure plate.

Next to the cone was a resevoir containing 3000 blocks of 7/7 water.

Think Wind Waker, just before the Helmaroc boss. The goblins ran from the water, which rose insanely fast, while an eagle persued them around the room. Even if the eagle didn't shred them apart, they were likely to drown.

I mentioned earlier that I didn't manage to complete this hell. The labyrinth, marksdwarf passage, arena, and flooding cone were all done except for the bridge room, since I tired of assigning spike traps and bridges to connect to the repeaters after the first ten or so. This didn't mean I didn't get to test it. It took the gobbos about five minutes for the first few to get out of the labyrinth, after which a surprising amount made it through the marksdwarf passage (they were just recruited peasants; I figured enough bolts would be in the air that it wouldn't matter), with one memorable gob falling off the pathway into the magma pit. The arena went pretty well with both giant eagles killing about eighteen goblins together before being ripped apart, and the few spike traps I had working actually managed to hurt some of the survivors. The last five goblins made it into the flooding cone (the pressure plate locks the door behind them, sealing the other survivors in the spike room), which I was the most excited about. As they ran/swam for their lives, the two slowest ones drowned, the eagle killed one and tossed another down into the center before drowning itself, and the fifth - a local leader Axelord who was Unbelievably Agile - actually made it out.

As he hobbled towards the exit, wounded and traumatized (some yellow wounds and a missing hand), I wondered what kind of life he would go back to in his home tower. He had been missing for nearly a decade. Would his family have moved? Died? What kind of life could a goblin lead bearing the guilt of being the sole survivor of such sadistic carnage? Surely the poor fellow would be traumatized for years to come. Only the sight of sweet, sweet edge-of-the-map freedom was keeping him going now.

As he got five squares away from the map's edge, I sicced the other ten giant eagles on him.

And that, my friends, is how Dwarf Fortress has made me a bad person.

Might come back with one or two pics later for illustration.

[dogstile]

This explanation turned into a bit of a story-like ramble, so spoiler-tagged.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The worst thing I ever did I never completely finished (though came damn near close to) - I set it up on my first fort, actually, after the kids started becoming adults and sieges had gotten monotonous.

As many first fortresses do, my defense consisted largely of traps. In this case, I had set up lines of cage traps between archer towers, forming a lovely perimeter. This led to, over the years, about a hundred and sixty-odd goblins being kept in storage, including all the local leaders. Eventually I decided to do something with them. This led to the Goblin Games room.

Upon release, goblin POWs pathed as best they could towards the exit. This took them into a 5z level labyrinth, about 25xy wide. Rather than simply going up, it went up and down and all around a few times. Rather than simply running in a straight line, I channeled out holes covered by bridges and set up three different repeaters to attach them to. Pathfinding would not have a good day here.

The second room was a simply path over a magma pit. However, archers were stationed on both sides of the pit, starting from a good distance away and finishing within a tile from the running goblins. Avoiding the boltfire was close to impossible.

The goblins were then herded into the arena. At this point I would lock the exit door, and all the goblins who made it through would run into it, realize they couldn't escape, and stand around idly. After a fair few were through, I released the Giant Eagles. The elves brought me a breeding pair, you see.

The survivors, rare as they were, got to run through another bane-of-pathfinding room. Ten thin but long platforms were littered with spike traps, each platform being connected by three seperate bridges to the next. All the spikes and bridges were connected to different repeaters, forcing the goblins to take different paths and run over the suddenly-protruding spikes. Those who fell simply limped back under the platforms to the entrance of the room and tried it again.

Few made it through those four rooms. However, I did have some local leaders, and I like the number five, so I thought a fifth room would be nice. The one or two goblins that made it through the hell I laid out for them found themselves in a nice, tall, cone-shaped room. The wide circular base tapered as it continued 15z up, with a thin path following along the walls all the way to the exit. Upon escaping the cone, if they could contend with the single giant eagle waiting at the exit, the goblins would be free to go. However, to begin the ascent, they had to step on a pressure plate.

Next to the cone was a resevoir containing 3000 blocks of 7/7 water.

Think Wind Waker, just before the Helmaroc boss. The goblins ran from the water, which rose insanely fast, while an eagle persued them around the room. Even if the eagle didn't shred them apart, they were likely to drown.

I mentioned earlier that I didn't manage to complete this hell. The labyrinth, marksdwarf passage, arena, and flooding cone were all done except for the bridge room, since I tired of assigning spike traps and bridges to connect to the repeaters after the first ten or so. This didn't mean I didn't get to test it. It took the gobbos about five minutes for the first few to get out of the labyrinth, after which a surprising amount made it through the marksdwarf passage (they were just recruited peasants; I figured enough bolts would be in the air that it wouldn't matter), with one memorable gob falling off the pathway into the magma pit. The arena went pretty well with both giant eagles killing about eighteen goblins together before being ripped apart, and the few spike traps I had working actually managed to hurt some of the survivors. The last five goblins made it into the flooding cone (the pressure plate locks the door behind them, sealing the other survivors in the spike room), which I was the most excited about. As they ran/swam for their lives, the two slowest ones drowned, the eagle killed one and tossed another down into the center before drowning itself, and the fifth - a local leader Axelord who was Unbelievably Agile - actually made it out.

As he hobbled towards the exit, wounded and traumatized (some yellow wounds and a missing hand), I wondered what kind of life he would go back to in his home tower. He had been missing for nearly a decade. Would his family have moved? Died? What kind of life could a goblin lead bearing the guilt of being the sole survivor of such sadistic carnage? Surely the poor fellow would be traumatized for years to come. Only the sight of sweet, sweet edge-of-the-map freedom was keeping him going now.

As he got five squares away from the map's edge, I sicced the other ten giant eagles on him.

And that, my friends, is how Dwarf Fortress has made me a bad person.

Might come back with one or two pics later for illustration.

I just loled my ass off, but i would have let him go. Purely to spread the terror of the great dwarven deathtrap.

[TKGP]

This explanation turned into a bit of a story-like ramble, so spoiler-tagged.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The worst thing I ever did I never completely finished (though came damn near close to) - I set it up on my first fort, actually, after the kids started becoming adults and sieges had gotten monotonous.

As many first fortresses do, my defense consisted largely of traps. In this case, I had set up lines of cage traps between archer towers, forming a lovely perimeter. This led to, over the years, about a hundred and sixty-odd goblins being kept in storage, including all the local leaders. Eventually I decided to do something with them. This led to the Goblin Games room.

Upon release, goblin POWs pathed as best they could towards the exit. This took them into a 5z level labyrinth, about 25xy wide. Rather than simply going up, it went up and down and all around a few times. Rather than simply running in a straight line, I channeled out holes covered by bridges and set up three different repeaters to attach them to. Pathfinding would not have a good day here.

The second room was a simply path over a magma pit. However, archers were stationed on both sides of the pit, starting from a good distance away and finishing within a tile from the running goblins. Avoiding the boltfire was close to impossible.

The goblins were then herded into the arena. At this point I would lock the exit door, and all the goblins who made it through would run into it, realize they couldn't escape, and stand around idly. After a fair few were through, I released the Giant Eagles. The elves brought me a breeding pair, you see.

The survivors, rare as they were, got to run through another bane-of-pathfinding room. Ten thin but long platforms were littered with spike traps, each platform being connected by three seperate bridges to the next. All the spikes and bridges were connected to different repeaters, forcing the goblins to take different paths and run over the suddenly-protruding spikes. Those who fell simply limped back under the platforms to the entrance of the room and tried it again.

Few made it through those four rooms. However, I did have some local leaders, and I like the number five, so I thought a fifth room would be nice. The one or two goblins that made it through the hell I laid out for them found themselves in a nice, tall, cone-shaped room. The wide circular base tapered as it continued 15z up, with a thin path following along the walls all the way to the exit. Upon escaping the cone, if they could contend with the single giant eagle waiting at the exit, the goblins would be free to go. However, to begin the ascent, they had to step on a pressure plate.

Next to the cone was a resevoir containing 3000 blocks of 7/7 water.

Think Wind Waker, just before the Helmaroc boss. The goblins ran from the water, which rose insanely fast, while an eagle persued them around the room. Even if the eagle didn't shred them apart, they were likely to drown.

I mentioned earlier that I didn't manage to complete this hell. The labyrinth, marksdwarf passage, arena, and flooding cone were all done except for the bridge room, since I tired of assigning spike traps and bridges to connect to the repeaters after the first ten or so. This didn't mean I didn't get to test it. It took the gobbos about five minutes for the first few to get out of the labyrinth, after which a surprising amount made it through the marksdwarf passage (they were just recruited peasants; I figured enough bolts would be in the air that it wouldn't matter), with one memorable gob falling off the pathway into the magma pit. The arena went pretty well with both giant eagles killing about eighteen goblins together before being ripped apart, and the few spike traps I had working actually managed to hurt some of the survivors. The last five goblins made it into the flooding cone (the pressure plate locks the door behind them, sealing the other survivors in the spike room), which I was the most excited about. As they ran/swam for their lives, the two slowest ones drowned, the eagle killed one and tossed another down into the center before drowning itself, and the fifth - a local leader Axelord who was Unbelievably Agile - actually made it out.

As he hobbled towards the exit, wounded and traumatized (some yellow wounds and a missing hand), I wondered what kind of life he would go back to in his home tower. He had been missing for nearly a decade. Would his family have moved? Died? What kind of life could a goblin lead bearing the guilt of being the sole survivor of such sadistic carnage? Surely the poor fellow would be traumatized for years to come. Only the sight of sweet, sweet edge-of-the-map freedom was keeping him going now.

As he got five squares away from the map's edge, I sicced the other ten giant eagles on him.

And that, my friends, is how Dwarf Fortress has made me a bad person.

Might come back with one or two pics later for illustration.

That, my friend, is fantastic.

I've made my own goblin smasher as well.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The channels make it take longer to get through, so more goblins are in there when I lower the bridge. Cage traps catch those that make it through before the bridge comes down. If any goblins are on the bridge when I put it back up, they fall into the channels and down a pit to the bottom of the map. Not exactly complicated, but it gets the job done.

[assimilateur]

When you start making above ground buildings I call it "alot"

How about calling it "a lot" instead? Alternatively, you could use spell check.


On topic: you know DF has made you a bad person if you start having problems separating games from reality. Do you see what I did there?