23rd Timber, 508
I’ve been neglecting to write down all that has transpired here in Horrorfailed over the past two seasons. I only know what day it is because the dwarven caravan showed up. I’ve been so busy producing coffins and burying the dead, that nothing else has really grabbed my attention. I’ll try to recount it all here, before I go trade with the merchants.
The human merchants weren't so lucky as the dwarves; one of them didn't make it inside, and their yak took months to die by raven corpse. We had to butcher the lot of them and take their stuff before they could escape again. The elves never did make it inside. No goblins, so far.
We finished that high-pressure wash I wanted and Nexus got herself a shower. It worked perfectly, as far as I can tell, and all the filth that had built up on her was rinsed down into the space below. I think I’ll restrict access to that area, though, because it did not get washed down the drain and instead ended up at the bottom of the staircase, where it poses a risk to anyone who attempts to go down there.
The pump must still be operated by another dwarf, and I haven’t dealt with how to get migrants run through the shower without running halfway through the damn fortress, first. I suppose I won’t get the chance, either.
Nexus has also had a rough ride recently. After I told her to go murder Ncommander if she couldn’t help herself, she did. Now, I won’t say any of us really wanted to see Mego’s entire family die, but we pretty much all wanted to see Ncommander see karma’s ugly backside. Still, I was hoping she’d get eaten by an abyssal horror instead. Tasrak has replaced her as militia commander, and I’ve enlisted a full 8 dwarves to fill the squad. They need to get training, soon, but have no real armor, because we’ve run out of iron.
Nexus, though, was placed in a prison cell and left to rot, until she decided to dig her way out. I shouldn’t elaborate further on the matter, but suffice to say she should watch where she chooses to dig a hole in the future, because she’s now in the hospital with serious laceration and broken bones in her limbs and upper body. Whenever she is released, I’ll just have her shoved back out the airlock, and she can get back to work on our exterior defenses and garbage detail.
I’m off to the depot now. Hopefully the coin-cunts like our offering of mechanisms. They’re very nice mechanisms, at least. Urist Imiknorriss is a legendary mechanic throughout the realm, as are many of us still surviving here. I’ve been told that I’m every bit as good at making coffins as he is at making machines. Not exactly something to be proud of back in the mountain homes, but we need a mountain of coffins for our mountain of corpses.
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