Bitch be mocking my pikes....
And honestly I'd advise training people with hammers instead for the last ditch militia. I had a custom reaction added just so we could make friggen depleted urnaium hammers, and I even fortress mode tested them on all kinds of crap! Seriously, we have pitchblende, and it was to make firteningly lethal hammers.
And by that I mean I had a weak, no skill dwarf shattering bones through light-to-medium armor with them, along with any emu unfortunate enough to come within the fortress' territory. Oddly though a giant slug's sheer blubbery fat assitude kept it from dyng, despite repeated lethal smashes upside the head and body.
And now to submit my complaint on the axe troops seeming to replace the regulars (As in your making the spec ops play redshirt. This ain't Call of Duty damn it!)
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12th Galena, 206... 5.... whatever the fuck year it is. Interm Entry.
Mitch has made wonderful progress getting things in order around this dump. I must say, this is a far cry from the mighty bastion I had envisioned. We seem to have medical staff either flat killing people or coming damn close to it, corpses that need to be cleaned up everywhere (I've submitted several things in writing to Mitch. Among them bieng a proper cremation chamber to get rid of all the bodies given past... mishaps involving Bombzero's hobby.) While Mr Frog tells me emplying the blood of the earth against the spawn is a bad idea, that doesn't mean we can't minimize risk!
I've also gotten over my fear of being around that.... stuff. While I still don't trust the spires, I can at least work with this wretched material without pissing myself now.
I've alos noticed something rather disturbing and going against our great nation's military doctrine. Our current overseer, despite the fact that our pikes have served us well thus far, seems adamant on putting soldiers intended to be reserve troops and specialists as mainline infantry. Pikedwarves saw us through the wars prior, the battles here, and I believe they should continue to do so! I also believe training the people to use hammers would be more beneficial, as we know how to make hammers from stone and there's enough that if we need to we can arm evey able-bodied civilian with a stone warhammer should we become desperate enough. At least a hammer only requires basic instruction: You hit somthing, you'll hurt it. I mean for the love of the gods, I brought that damned purple glowing rock to make hammers any fool could wield like a master and the stones sit unused! Only the ones Stova made are even viable.... Oh Stova.... When it's my time to come I'll see you again. And I'll bring a hammer for each of us.
Anyway, I've got to lay down. The sounds of industry picking up after months of neglect and Fischer barking orders is starting to get to me. Which reminds me, I've put ina formal request to have Draignean assigned his own squad of raw recruits. He may be clueless and in many cases downright stupid since the various messes here began, but he's relearned his old mastery of the pike and in place of proper instructors from home, it will be on him and the colonel to train up a new force of mighy pike wielding infantry dwarves.
15th Galena, year unknown (I've honestly lost track.) Interm Entry.
Everyone is on edge. Between another damned migration of the dead and the spawn arriving, we're all scared to death, except for Bombzero and Draignean. Bombzero's been eyeing through small cracks and going up into the tower with a sharpening stone, her cleaver and her pick. I honestly think she's sizing up the spawn's bear. Or possibly the spawn themselves. Oh, did I mention those damned things can ride bears? It's as if our gods are feeling the regular attacks by these damned things and the bi-yearly undead migrations weren't bad enough. Draignean is still so suicidally overconfident I've made another request he train more soldiers. If nothing else, having soldiers unafraid of death simply by sheer force of thier own inflated egos will be a thing to be praised. Although having soldiers talk like him doesn't sound appealing...
Mr Frog nearly had heart failure when Mitch said he saw a spawn riding on a fighting bear. He threw his food across the table, bolted for the tower and looked like he'd been sucked dry by a vampire when he came back. I haven't seen him since, insisting he needs to calibrate the saw-weapons. I tried to go in to help him out,but his door is locked better than it used to be. Given his irrational behavior, I decied to ask Fischer to try and force it open, but we quickly stopped when he threatened to "Shove my [his] foot so far up your [my] ass I'll be able to use your o-ring for an ankle bracelet" and that he'd make Fischer "Do a pirouette on that fancy metal stick while it's rammed soundly through both ends of your digestive tract!"
This is quite honestly the first time he's resorted to such threats beyond simple insults and occasionally drugging someone's food if he didn't like them. But given his access to equipment that can render even the cursedmetal into little more than scraps, I ordered Fischer to stand down. She would have gotten us both killed after her pike was insulted.
I honestly think alot of people have started becoming a touch unhinged around here. Insults have been flying more than normal, a suit of armor went missing (We found it in the trash chute two days ago,) Solpyre almost got killed by zombies, Bombzero is complaining more and more about not chopping things up, Sgt. Ashsaber started getting uppity again, probably calling for help from the trueborn spawn topside, Talvieno's been crying for her cavies (No-one had the heart to tell her alot of them died on thier own and Bombzero 'took care of' thier remains)....
If we make it past the next year, the gods will have been smiling on us.
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Long winded rambling. I'm tired and bored, but someone take this and run with it.