First off I just want to say I absolutely love this thread and the effort you put into it, Goomba.
Now, a bit of a lengthy one here if you're up for some reading.
Few forts back, my game had come to sort of a standstill; food and drink was both varied and sustainable, we were constantly cranking out ludicrously valuable trinkets, we had a squad of a legendary hammerdwarves and a sophisticated trap system at the gate. Dwarves mostly just sat around in a nice statue garden all day, and consequently almost everyone was a legendary conversationalist or whatever.
One day a goblin siege pops up, which is nothing out of the ordinary. They get eviscerated by masterwork steel serrated discs as usual, but one of the squads ends up standing still out in a field because their leader was cage trapped. I decided to send out a random peasant to either scare them off or drag them into the traps, but things don't go as planned. The peasant flips out when he sees them and starts running around in circles, whereupon the squad kills him and then flees off the map.
Remember that bit about legendary social skills? Every damn dwarf in the fortress starts going insane, either because of the goblin fodder dying or because they've started beating each other to death as a result of it. I station my hammerdwarves right on the central stair shaft; they aren't affected as much by the madness spiral because they've been training for years rather than partying. Every second or two another dwarf goes berserk and is immediately squashed by the military, but one by one the less skilled of them are bludgeoned to death or succumb to insanity, until there's only one left.
The fort had over 200 dwarves when this started, and when his last squadmate bites the dust there are still 70 left. He kills every single one.
At the end of the gruesome battle the entire fortress is spattered with dwarf guts, limbs, vomit, etc. Standing at the center of this maelstrom of chaos is our lone warrior, at this point a stupendous badass in skill points.
Here's the part I'd love you to draw:
Urist McHammerlord ends up in a square stockpile room with the staircase in the center. He heads for the stairs to get some food, which lies only a single floor up, when suddenly he is stopped short by the sight of some lovecraftian horror lurking in the far corner of the room. Dare I name this terrifying creature?
Stray Duck
After slaughtering endless goblins and a fortressworth of his brethren, our hammerlord is trapped in a room by his fear of a duck. The duck runs for the staircase to escape but is frightened of the hammerlord. The hammerlord runs for the staircase but is frightened of the duck. The room is too small for either of them to get there without noticing the other one, and since the duck is part of my civ I can't tell the dwarf to attack it. He begins starving before finally being battered to death by a ghost.
I love this game.
(Sorry for the wall of text.)
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