Journal of outpost overseer, Wrex Snusubu, Spring 303:
Disaster! As we began our exploritory mining shafts, we struck into the tears of armok. Out shaft was quickly flooded. Although there were no injuries, the flow could very well floot the fort if left unchecked.
Migrant orcs. Fisherorcs. The
FUCK?! WE LIVE IN A FUCKING DESERT. WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME FUCKING FISHERORCS? I SWEAR BY ALL THAT BLEED I WILL EAT HOT FLESH FROM THE BOWL OF THE SKULL OF WHATEVER IDIOT, FUCKING SENT ME
FISHERORCS.
*At this point, the pages appear spattered with blood, and then a sketch of the dining and food preparation room, also in blood*
In other news, we have finished the bridge that we can use to defend ourselves from enemies, in the case of a seige. I don;t like our chances so far. All that tantalizing magma, just out of reach....
Anyway, Komresh just decapaitated one of those elf-scented unicorns. I like this guy more and more as time goes on!
We need magma if we are going to survive this. The old ways cannot save us, it takes too much time and work.
I have dug out a grid, like so. When the time comes, we breach it, and let the streaming light through!
//The blood tribal craftsman's workshop is way out of my reach right now. It takes lamellar leather. Now he can laminate it from tough hides, but I have no idea how to get tough hides. I hope to get glass production running before the end of my turn, hopefully.
The Journal of Overseer Wrex, Autumm 303:
Damnit, Damnit, DAMNIT! We lost our mason. Utes bravely attacked a spore man that had slipped into the fort, and tackled it down the well. Several of our brave orks are wailaid by vomiting, but now there is toxic gasses inside out only water source. Utes, you will be remebered. As soon as we FUCK FUCK! DIE YOU HORRIFIC CANININE MONSTROCITY!
Hideous beats keep invading the compound. We simply can't keep going like this. Anything that drinks out of the well vomits all over the damn place! This place is a nightmare, but Komresh is a lifesaver. His chains have evicerated countless beasts. Something must be done...something. Anything. Those dingo's are watching us, with those beady little eyes. Searching. The hideous eyes of a complete monster.
watching usThe goblins have arrived! And they have food! PRAISE FOOD. Okay, Liason, here is how everything is going down: our liason takled a monster made of spores into the well, everything is covered in fucking vomit, the dingos are watching us, monsters are fucking everywhere, and give us that god damn food now god damnit fuck fuck fuck I HATE THIS PLACE. THIS PLACE SUCKS. I CAN:T STAND IT ANYMORE. EVERYTHING IS COVEReD IN VOMIT, DEAR ARMOK THE VOMIT AND THE BLOOD AND THE KILLING AND THE FIRE AND THE SCORPIONS LOOKA T IT IT"S FUCKING HUGE IT WILL EAT USSSSSSSSS~~~~~WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH