Journal of Narc Crushedracks, Overseer- Laststand3 Granite, 127We've been out in this frozen, miserable excuse of an outpost for a year now, and apparently, the current overseer, fellow by the name of "Blue Area" or something just couldn't hack it anymore. Called me up to his office and told me he was going to retire to a life of bookkeeping.
He informed me that I was now responsible for the well-being of the fort, his current plans for expanding the sleeping quarters in preparation for the inevitable wave of immigrants, the need to somehow fill our cistern from the currently-frozen river, and the fact that there would probably be a goddamned seige soon as the beastfolk and gobbos figured we were out here, before fleeing to his swanky office. Wonderful, as if I'm not busy enough digging out all those weird pinwheel bedrooms he insists on making. I mean, I'm handy with a pick, certainly, but all these bedrooms seem excessive. Not as if frozen shitholes are a top vacation spot among the affluent residents of the mountainhome.
Looking over his plans, I noticed inadequate craft space, and ordered plenty of new areas built. Should be able to put all those useless immigrants to work making useless stone crafts to sell to the humans.
With regards to the whole water crisis, I've put plans in place to find magma, and pump it up under the river, hopefully melting the frozen river. If it doesn't work, I can just reroute it and make magma forges close to the surface. I call it Project: Thermos
I'm off to work on it with Bluesproto, it may be a while before I have the opportunity to write again, so farewell for now, journal.