I like how you're so irate, Anubis, when your dwarf is the one who gets to sleep right next to my dwarf as part of the social experiment
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17th Limestone
Oh goody. More freaking migrants.
An Engraver, a Miller, a Craftsdwarf, and a Tanner, and about fifty more nobodies I can't be bothered to count.
In the meantime, the underground bedrooms are looking excellent.
The food stores... not so much.
I have also ordered a hospital and barracks to be dug, so that we may rest our wounded.
I have also ordered the butchers to kill all but two of our war dogs. The surviving pair will serve as breeding stock. In other news, some moron engulfed the entire fortress in miasma by leaving a half-eaten dog roast on the main stairwell. I'm fairly certain BodyGripper went off to get a roast, almost ate it, then remembered he was supposed to be hunting vermin and dropped the damn thiing.
1st Timber
We are making a small militia of marksdwarves. Their bolts are made of dog bone, their armor of dog leather, and yet they call themselves... The Frosty Diamonds. In the meantime, I have begun work on the Elfburster, a gigantic execution tower for those tree-hugging cowards.
17th Timber
Today, a caravan came. I told someone to build a caravan so we could trade with our fellow dwarves, but no one listened at first. While cursing the laziness of our dwarves, I met a strange fellow by the name of Voltaire. The records said he was a tanner, but he begged to differ. Apparently, he wants to work in mechanics.
There. That'll keep you at it.
21st Timber
Meanwhile, the Zustash-damned depot was finally built, and now some imbecile named Tulon is wasting Conan's time. The conversation went like this:
T: Hello Conan. My name is Tulon, and I'm here to discuss your-
C:OH GOD BEER
T: Um, excuse me?
C: OHGODMYTHROATHURTSGIVEMEBEERGIVEMEBEERGIVEMEBEERPLEASEOHGODMYTHROAT
T: ... I think you want beer...
C:ANDMEATDEARGODMEATIDONTKNOWHOWCHARISMATICLIVESOFFOFGREENSTUFFANDWERANOUTOFDOGSTOKILLTWOMONTHSAGOMEATMEATMEATMEATMEAT
T: ...meat...
C:ANDMETALWHYINTHENAMEOFZUSTASHS'SEVENTHLEFTTESTICLEDONTWEHAVEMETALOHGODDIDIMENTIONMYTHROATHURTS
T ...and ore. Thank you.
C:OHGODMYTHROAT
T:And we want the following objects...
C:OHARMOKWHYMUSTYOUTORTUREMESO
I'm kind of scared, because Conan is the only one with an axe and some motherdwarfing idiot forgot to pack Katana's sword. Oh well, time to get a drink... OH ARMOK THERE'S NO BOOZE AT LEAST THERE'S STILL FOOD OH ARMOK THERE'S NO FOOD AT LEAST THERE'S STILL A CARAVAN...
End of turn should be up tomorrow.