Going to make it and stonecraftable mug ammo. Might just find a reaction to copycannibalize.
It was a time of great celebration throughout the fortress. Thanks to a crude "simulation system" as Mr Frog called it, the undead had been destroyed, after nearly two years of endless horror from them. Paintbrushturkey, being a military dwarf himself and the overseer of the time, had OK'd the system, if only because he hoped it'll improve his comrades-in-arms' reaction times if nothing else. He sent the population on sweeps of the countryside, and had Fischer personally kill those responsible for so much horror. This was the first time in years that Spearbreakers had some many dwarves gathered in the central dining hall. Everyone was there, and even skulkers came out to join the festvities, not needing to worry about being judged or ignored. Spearbreakers was safe at last, and all deserved to celebrate.
Splint stepped up onto a table as Fischer and Draignean shouted, as Fischer said it "YOU LOT OUTTA SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I RIP YA VOICE BOXES OUT!!" The crowed complied. Nobody was really sure if Fischer was a dwarf or dwarfette because of the colonel's build and intimidating voice, and nobody wanted to find out if the fearsome pikedwarf's threat would be acted upon. "We have a few dwarves to thank for this. After weeks of bloodshed and terror, we have done a great service, not only to ourselves, but to the world." Splint said proudly, his usual distant demeanor having been replaced by a sort of glow nobody ever remebered him having."First and foremost, are the soldiers. We came here to build an army, and so far it has proved itself well. Second, is Mr Frog, the one who designed the combat simulator, and Paintbrush for allowing it to be used, in spite of the fact it could have killed some of our fighting dwarves." He grabbed a mug off the table and chugged it down. "I may not be the monarch, but in destroying not only an army of undeath but thier puppeteers as well, I believe we are within our right to declare this day, [insert date here], A national holiday!" The crowd of dwarves let out a cheer, the soldiers adding to the noise by banging thier weapons against thier shields. "And Paintbrush, if you'll let me, I'd like to give our fighters the month off to recuperate! You've earned it!" A further, louder cheer came from the crowed. Ordinarily the army drilled nonstop.
"Thank ye sir, but I'll be keepin' my dwarves on duty. We'll still have those damned thieves and snatchers running about, and I'd like to keep my pike good and lubed up." Fischer said, stanidng at attention. "A warrior through and through! I knew I was right to hire you years ago Colonel!" The crowd cheered once more for Fischer.That dwarf maty have been the most frightening in the fortress, but turning down a vaction was truly admirable. Some dwarves were even thankful.
"I don't see why not. Like you said, they've earned it." Paintbrush said in agreement. "Then it's settled. And to kick off the celebrations..."
-Splint Lokumeshesh has organized a party in the dining hall.-
"Bust open the barrels! Food and drink for all! Even you skulkers I see out there!" The crowed cheered. It was easily one of the happiest moments in the fortress' entire short history. The unded were destroyed, the army given time off, and best of all, the entire stock was opened to all. This would definetly be a night to remeber.
A little peice of crap in commemoration of our great victory over the undead. And the Skulers are official now. I'll have to carve them out a little space.
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