I'm back, and more drunken than ever.
I would also like to tell the last overseer who smoothed that magnetite wall to go eat himself.
Why are we hiding underground like cowards? Everyone, out! I don't care if you puke, just get out! And get me some strawberries while we're at it!
Somewhere, a dwarven baby dies of thirst. I don't care.
I don't like the looks of those goblins. We're stripping them. Yes we're stripping them naked
SHUT UP JUST DO AS I SAY
Somewhere, the shrieks of goblins echo the halls.
"So what's this thing here?" I tapped the rotating axle with a finger.
"Well...it's a mist generator!" Dash27 said.
"No, I know that. So why mist isn't coming out?"
The dwarf thought for a moment, twirling his overly long sideburns as he did. Finally, he clasped his hands together and said the most intelligent thing I've ever heard from him so far,
"It's...a mist generator!"
I'm definitely going to relegate him to garbage duty.
Why the fuck is there a troglodyhdhfjTHINGAWHATSISDAHFUCK JUST GO KILL IT
A dwarven baby was kicked to death, and one of our engravers has a bruised liver. Don't ask, I just know the baby died.
Ah, more fodde- I mean, Migrants! Let's hope plenty are useful enough, or it's garbage duty for the rest of them.
More of them? Where the hell are they coming from?!
Excitement!
Go my minions! For the hoard!
One dead marksdwarf, and the werething transformed into a dwarf before he was done. He was killed anyway.
Five more dead children from a trogolydite thing. Okay fuck them. I'm going to kill every one of those fuckers.
Die baby killers, dieeeeeeeeee
SUDDENLY, ALLIGATOR. MORE DEAD DWARVES.
Heyhey, Dash27, more of your kind!
FAK MY ARM OH GOD MY ARM I THOUGHT YOU ASSHOLES DISARMED THEM AGHHHHHAGHDFHONSDHHF
The rest of this journal is splattered with blood and tears.