I got it running, Pheobus crashed because it did not have a texture for modded weapons (training pikes and whatnot). I needed to put a copy of Spearbreakers into Pheobus, update the saves, then put in another copy of the original overwriting the updated one.
Year 205, the rule of Mitch
Chapter 1: The day I got my honorary overseery badge
I had been sitting in my mason-shop for some time, busy working on a lovely rock door. People do not appreciate the difficulty of such a thing, and never seem to notice the intricacy of making a door made of
rock can lock and unlock. On the inside of the door is a series of mechanisms which lock or unlock the door at the turn of a handle. It's genius, yet subtle. And hard to do, which is why a simple door can take many hours to make.
I had however not been too busy to hear the absolute
riot that burst from the halls. I had no idea where they're all going. It is the 1st of Granite; the day when the overseer must step down and a new one must be chosen.
Sus's associate (the previous overseer) hobbled over to my shop and simply fainted at my lap, and moaned, "Y' th' new ov'r-seer." in his trademark dumb accent.
"
Why?" I asked, trying to lift him off me so I could etch a drawing of a scrotum (personal request by The Master) into the doorhandle.
"Y' seem t' be the onl' pers'n in th's stupid fuck'n place that'll be abl' to fix this mess." He slurred into my crotch.
"Oh, what mess?"
He simply passed me my honorary overseery badge and fainted. I did try to eloquently express my feeling about the situation, and I believe I did so with the crass the situation deserved.
"FUCK." I stepped on his face on my way out, to survey the situation. Apparently Sus did not appreciate having her power stripped from her, and made an order for all dwarfs to die in order to annoy the next overseer in as many ways as possible. A brief look through the overseers log, I find a couple of disturbing nuances in our fortress.
- A fucking necromancer
in our trade depot.- A goblin hand at the bottom of the dodge-pit strangling some dude.
- A sleuth of undead spread across our fort.
- Our guys are being sent outside; all of them, for many many reasons. Some are cutting down trees. Some are picking berries. Some are adding a couple of goblin panties to their fetish-collection. In the middle of a necromancer siege.
- Our military is far too unsubstantial to defend our fortress in a proper manner. They're also spread far too thin between groups of zombies, picking up equipment, or in the hospital (which I am surprised to find we actually have).
- Many are depressed.
If chaos were made corporeal, it would be a black slurry that we're currently swimming in, making giant 'snowmen' and 'snow angels' out of chaos-slurry. And so begins Day One...
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