The Life of Gulf the Overseer II: Oversee Harder
Part 2
The first order of business on Gulf's mind was, of course, to claim one of the grand bedrooms for himself like a fey dwarf on a workshop and begin construction of a fine tomb to house his finer corpse so that all might remember the glory of Gulf. "BRODICH!" Yelled Gulf, walking down to the library. "Ah, Gulf, I was looking for you!" Brodich called back. "Kivish Doreniton wanted me to tell you that he is now 'bp920091 Doreniton'" Gulf puzzled for a moment. "Hmm, funny name, perhaps we should give everyone designation numbers? Would do better than names, now that I think about it. I could be 'gg 24772' and you would be 'rt 5992-" Brodich cut Gulf off. "So, ah, what did you come down here for?" Gulf smiled. "What do you think about having the miners make me a tomb?" Brodich laughed, leaning back against a nearby wall. "Remember what happened when you had that grand bedroom made for yourself? The very next year Misko came along and took it from you." Gulf growled as his enthusiasm evaporated like a goblin in deep-core lava. "The only way" continued Brodich "To stop anyone from taking your tomb, is to give all the overseers tombs that are just as nice." "Hmm, and then they might be grateful enough not to make me oversee again..." mused Gulf, before bursting into laughter. "Haha! That's it! Tombs for everyone!" "You mean, tombs for former overseers, right?" "Nay, Tombs for EVERYONE!" Brodich was aghast. "...everyone?" he said, but Gulf had already gone sprinting out of the library, eager to do whatever he needed to never have to oversee his foolish brethren again.
"The Grave situation in Gateivory is...grave, gentledwarves." Gulf, grinning, looked around the table at the miners (Including the newly rechristened bp920091) and stoneworkers he had gathered from around the fortress to accomplish his great task, expecting them to laugh (none did). "Well, anyway, it isn't good. See, we have four locations we use to inter the dead." said Gulf, pointing to a map. "The largest and oldest one is here, across the dead waterfall, notable for being the resting place of such heroes as Micemicemice, Frontestro and Misko, as well as around sixty-five other dwarves."
"Secondly, a mausoleum I may or may not have built in my first term, don't really remember, here, which doesn't house anyone important, but does have fifteen dwarves and one dog."
"A pair of coffin-rooms built near the mayor's bedroom, which is currently home to forty-two dead dwarves, including +!!scientist!!+, TokimiDwarfy, DrunkenCaveOgre, another guy named MiceMiceMice, and another Misko.
"Finally, there is another room on the entry level which holds thirty dwarves, none of whom are particularly remarkable."
"Now, we must do something about all these mass, far-flung graves, which is why I propose the creation of a grand mausoleum, which will contain a tomb for every single dwarf in the fort!" Groans were audible around the table, who wanted to make a tomb for every worthless dwarf? The population was on an upswing, so the miners would have to carve out no less than seventy-eight tombs. "Additionally" continued Gulf, undaunted, "I wish for our overseers to be enshrined in tombs superior to all others!" Well, this was just absurd, thought everyone at the table who was not Gulf, the overseers could be the most worthless dwarves of all! Didn't the last one blow up the pump stack? Undaunted, Gulf presented his plans to the gathering.