Every update makes me feel like a dumbass ;-;
I packed no stone and made shitty little staircases D:
Though yay for cats?
Hopefully they reproduce and make lots of slaughterable babies
Oi there!
I have no intention of making you or anyone feel dumb, bad, or anything but amused!
The opinions that my character presents are its own opinions - a perspective I created for the sole purpose of entertaining myself and hopefully as many others as I could as I rise to try and meet your challenge!
Do you remember what you offered us? "if anybody actually considers my offer of an impossible fort to run"
I don't think this is gonna be impossible, though I'm being -very- careful.... and.... I admit it. I've save scummed a few times already. I've killed 7 miners learning how to safely channel into where the ice was going to go - I blame the fact that I'm to much of a carebear to embark in such harsh places of my own doing - so I've never actually learned how to do this before! Ahh, and... now that I've gotten that much channeled away I'm starting to learn why this might not be the most efficient, clever, or wise way to try and get through, though I've not given up hope yet by a long shot and stare at the map and try this then that then the other thing - it's great. And hard. And makes me feel a bit foolish too. So if you really insist on sitting there with a dunce cap... got one for me too?
You offered me an impossible fort to run. I hope you're wrong about that - but if you are right -especially if you are right - that doesn't make you a dumbass, it
can't, cause you offered something that's hard and it is. So go feel like a skilled challenge-setter, who's adding to others fun - because you are!
Dont forget to dwarf me.
I wont I swear!
But I am SO much a carebear, and -getting below that blasted, interfering aquifer- is SO MUCH a priority right now.... sorry, for now you'd get no bow, you'd get no targets, and you'd get precious little storytime (the miners are risking their lives in the ice and the others are pretty much sitting inside 'keeping warm' while the plants grow)
You are NOT forgotten. But you are currently being benignly neglected in favor of the challenge that lead me to this game - I -want- to save these dwarves!
26th of Granite (sure hope that whoever takes next turn is comfortable with Dwarf Therapist
)
Right. I'm -really- popular right now.
So I told them to build a still, right? Out of one of those logs they are so fond of, that they'd rather have carried that then gotten me unstuck from the ice they froze me to?
And they told me - all of them -, that they were not brewers, none of them.
And it's time for someone to place another log down as a floor so the miners can start channeling away some of the middle of that ice they made. So we can continue trying to get below that aquifer, which, like, we're gonna die if we can't do soon?
And they told me - all of them -, that they were not architects, none of them.
Right then! Hear me loud and clear, you lot of worthless commoners (if only they knew the circumstances of -my- birth, I can hardly keep from laughing as I said that!). If I tell you to do something, you do it! Henceforth, I don't care what the job is, if I say it gets done, you all race to be the first one to get it done. -I- am the noble here, me. Your precious Dungeon Master, and I demand you get me a path under this aquifer before I fall down and freeze to something again. So there, as I say it make it true!
Current progress:
And the next step:
4th of Slate (Look out below)
9th of Slate (One day less than a month)
I've been here a month now! And it's still terribly cold. Every day it's cold, and every night it's colder. We've had two terrible snowstorms. The zombie muskoxen still shamble around, they went from being frighteningly close to us to the northeast to being slightly less frighteningly close to us on the southwest, somehow without seeing any of us even as we (we, hah. I didn't risk my neck or my frostbite-burned nose going one step outside!) made our repeated trips to the strip mine that has finally gotten us below the aquifer.
This is a horrid, disgusting, illfound, miserable place and I hate it almost as much as I hate this second cloak I've had to take and wear just to try and keep a little bit warmer. I'd steal more clothing - oh, I'd kill for warm boots, I would - but they're all bigger than me and almost half of them have those horrid picks, so two cloaks, two mittens, and my mask must do for me for now.
Then again, since the aquifer's been dug around and we've reached good sweet stone, soon it may not matter how the storms rage above or how close to us the zombie beasts moan and rot - we may well soon be ensconced below where nothing can harm us save that we invite to try our strength against. Oh, I can see lines of traps guarding us and drawbridges ready to raise to keep out any threat. I can envision our stockpiles mounded high with fancy foods, the finest barrels of drink, with gems and metals and stones and all sorts of elegant crafts formed from all of those and more. Sure, today our wall is a wisp of nothing that even a zombie muskox could soon find its way around and none of us have so much as a bed - but one day, as we've had time to work and fix and plan and prepare, oh one day...
Limul Athelurvad has really been getting me down. He's been reminding everyone that Dungeon Masters just never leave the Mountainhomes anymore. He thinks I'm a liar, and he's been making some progress in convincing the others that he's right. I hope I wont have to try and find some way to make them think I've trained an undead muskox or something (There's simply nothing alive here to tame or train, so if I had to prove I really was a Dungeon Master, what else could I do?) to convince them I'm really a noble, but... Oh, I'll think of something. Somehow. I always do.
View from the surface:
View from 1z down:
View from 5z down:
Mmm. This was fun!
I asked to play out the year, but I also offered to do so -tonight-. In that, I've failed - I'm off to sleep!
I love choices, so I'll leave you all (especially our OP) with some. I'm uploading the save! I cannot tell you how very strongly I wanted to save this fort.... and I feel like it's well on the way to being safe, especially if it stays in my hands. For me the big big challenge was that aquifer + the climate + the zombies (which happened to ignore me, lucky me!) I can't continue to play again until late tonight when I get home from work, about 19 or so hours from now - and my huge hunger to play this map has been answered.
So - does a 'next' player want to finish this year, which has already felt several sets of hands touch it? I'm perfectly willing to continue and finish the year - but I warn you, my playstyle tends to make stuff 'boring'. If my hands stay in control, this fort will be warded, guarded, locked, and stocked to the fullest extend I can make it - dripping with cage traps, honeycombed with ways to get caravans in and out without them having to face the undead menace, plans begun to get migrants and liaisons in and out with less risk, and so on, as much as I can cram into the year ;p. But my intense urge to play -this- map is far less now.
Has that hunger moved to another player, who itches to take the map from this point and play on in their own style? Or does this map remain squarely in my hands, even though they are open and offering? I'll check in about 19 hours, and see what I see then. Good luck and good games - here's the save in case someone else hears the siren song now -
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=5460
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