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[Dakk]

I remember watching one of my friends play one of her first few forts. This was before I had started playing, so it really marked me, in a funny but sad and twisted way aswell. She had named the first few seven dwarves after me, her, and other friends.

One or two years in, no immigrants arrived. My dwarf died by getting torn to pieces by a werewolf, 2 others in a cave in, the hunter was eaten by undead prey, cook went depressive and offed himself through drowning, her dwarf threw a tantrum and was killed by the last one. As the undead critters invaded, she hid herself on a little panic room she carved for herself. She was dying of starvation.

Then my friend finally found out how to engrave, and tried it. The engraving was named something along the lines of "sourloss", it depicted a coffin.

I wish I could make this up. 

[hamburgerfan]

My mason went berserk and attacked her baby. Her lifelong friend, my miner, was forced to kill her with a pick. Later, the baby died of thirst, having nobody to care for him. He was buried by his mother.

[Medicine Man]

My mason went berserk and attacked her baby. Her lifelong friend, my miner, was forced to kill her with a pick. Later, the baby died of thirst, having nobody to care for him. He was buried by his mother.

Wait...His dead mother buried him?

[Darkmere]

I think he meant buried by as in buried beside, not buried by as in the verb.

[hamburgerfan]

I think he meant buried by as in buried beside, not buried by as in the verb.

Correct.

[jei]

I get this feeling after every battle or tantrum spiral, to be honest. I've spent years of these people's lives watching over them, guiding them from above as they build their homes and lives, and I'm not ashamed to admit I get attached to the ornery little buggers quite quickly.

Same here, getting attached. That's why it was so sad to see all my dwarves dead.

Second that. The more you tune and dote the legendary dorfs, the more attached you become to their "lives."

[helf]

I had this saved in a text file, not quite sure where I got it from.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

It took me many years of reading about, then getting excited about, then trying, than saying fuck this after an hour, to really set aside an afternoon and get over the hump. Oh good lord it is so worth it. That said, installing the "mayday" graphics set was the first step in actually being able to play the game. I one of that that can't deal with playing without it.

Just last night my automatic trash compactor which was hooked up to a fluid based repeater was turned on for the first time. All my little dwarves were in a frenzy of throwing everything down the chute, rocks, dead animals, turtle bones, goblin chunks. then it ran it's first cycle, it was set up wrong, and threw all the gore and heavy stones back up into the little garbage room, it was awful. One dwarf fell in with her baby and was crushed, her husband just stood there.
the room was cleared out and the hole was covered for repairs and he just stood there.

[Jake]

Second that. The more you tune and dote the legendary dorfs, the more attached you become to their "lives."

Legendary? Hell, I feel like this about every last one of my dorfs, even the relatively useless ones.

[Urist Mcinternetuser]

One of my first forts (40d) went in a serious downward spiral, that came to an end on the first day of Spring. Please understand, I didn't get farming, and had trouble doing anything (I never looked at the wiki, while I learned to play) that could get me food, so my fort was surviving on fish, and the food/drink I brought. Now I shall tell the tale of Boatspaddle:

  So during the first several months I was doing fine, my Dwarves had beds, rooms, food, and even some crafts, but then one day towards the end of summer my Jeweler went off to grab some rough gems, to my surprise she was slain by a Giant Cave Spider. Fearing for my fort I sent all of the Dwarves after the GCS. Luckily my miner was a proficient wrestler/miner because otherwise they would of all died , but because of his skill they were able to kill the Spider. Though there was a major problem, my fisher Dwarf was missing her right lower arm, and left leg. During the next few months my Fort survived on the leftover food, and river water. But then winter came, without food and water my fort, suffered, and I sent my leader out hunting, she came back with in the arms of her fellow Dwarf (though she managed to get some food). At this point I had a miner, a woodcutter, a carpenter, a stoneworker, and two critically injured Dwarves, all of which are hungry, and thirsty. Next I send my woodcutter out with a crossbow, and he never returns (Evidentally a few batmen thought it would be funny to throw him down a chasm). Giving up hope, my leader goes berserk and attacks her own hunting dog, yet another Dwarf dies. After that the poor crippled Dwarf dies, despite the stoneworker's constant wish to feed her. Soon after all of the Dwarves will die, one to starvation and two to dehydration, two of them just die in their rooms, but the last Dwarf to survive refused to give up. This last Dwarf was the stoneworker who fed his crippled lover, the Dwarf who kept trying to get food for his fellow dwarves, the Dwarf who never gave up, and so as the spring warmth thawed the ice he ran for water, dropping dead halfway there.

  Damn that fort was dramatic (to play at least).