From the journal of 'Wolfkit' Towergulfs, Miner of Skulls
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Armok's armpit beard!
Oh no! Ono found his way into the cavern bunker! Thank the bedrock that Flame was around to distract the beast from eating our population.
...and that Ono's spittle is apparently frozen solid. That's odd.
I immeadiately mobilize the military in hopes of taking this beast down quickly.
Flame runs out of bolts and engages in melee combat, but I am not impressed with the results.
Prosnorklus and the Mad Fool approach! Meanwhile not much progress is made in the fight between Flame and Ono, though Flame is going to have a lovely set of ☼bruises☼ later, though.
And Prosnorklus gets the kill before the Mad Fool can reach the beast! Okay then, crisis averted. I hope. Though if I find a coating of that spittle on my +oatmeal+...
Suddenly, a brewer is possessed and starts running up from the cavern, and runs past me in the corridor as I haul an armor bin. Speaking of which, I'm the overseer! Why am I being given grunt work? I need to talk to the Mad Fool and tell him that while he may be my commander, I am, in fact his boss!
Note to self - do not bug the Mad Fool. He just smiled in this insanely threatening and threateningly insane way and asked me if I needed any surgery done, since he hadn't had a chance to operate on Ono and needed a patient.
...It's probably a good thing that he's in the military instead of practicing his skills on us, so I'm just going to cower and leave him alone.
Let's hope this is something good!
Dravek is still gathering materials, my adamantine pick is still not ready, but at least I am off duty! I celebrate by saying that I will not do any menial labors (one of the few priveleges of being overseer). I must practice mining rock, so that I will be ready to mine skulls later! The other dwarves in the military may laugh, but I'll show them. I'll show them all! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahaha.....
I have no clue where that came from. Anyway, I meant that I would show them by becoming a legendary champion, which isn't actually evil. Sorry again about that evil laugh.
A troll has been spotted in the cavern fort and we fear it may have killed Mr Strange. So much for me break.
Kazim is the first there, but he enters the wrong room!
I must hope that Kazim's dimrockness is the exception, not the norm.
Armokdammit!
Thankfully, the troll decides to leaves the room and engage Saber of its own accord.
The troll gains the upper hand against Saber somehow, but Peregarr comes to the rescue. Also, Mr Strange is indeed dead.
And I'm off break. That was fast.
Dravek has begun a mysterious construction!
DRAAAAVEEEEKKK! Also, it's worth 748,800☼ apparently. Not that we can sell it.
...well at least we could give it to the hammerer or something. Do we even have one of those?
How fitting. A wiffle bat for a non-existant hammerer.
"Finally! Yes, oh it's beautiful, me sweet baby pick, oh yes, thank you Fungin, thank you..."
"It's just a pick, Wolfkit!"
"No, it's me pick... me precious..."
Migrants!
"Hello migrants, welcome to Murdermachines! The home of murder, of machines, of murderous machines, and of me ≡adamantine pick≡!"
"WOULD YOU QUIT GOING ON ABOUT THAT PICK!!"
"...me precious..."
Anyways, the migrants. 1 gemcutter, 1 peasant, 1 woodcutter with skill with a spear, 1 furnace operator, 1 brewer with skill with a hammer, and an administrator with skill with a sword.
The three with weapon skills have been drafted into the military such that they might marvel at me ≡adamantine pick≡.
...how dare Uzol claim he is more attached to his shield than I am to me pick...
I keep getting reports of of ducks fighting. which is odd, because nodwarf is able to say that they have seen these ducks...
Uzol seems to have inspired rebellious feelings amongst me dwarves...
Ulborb has become legendary with his sword! Congratulations!
Goblins again? No matter, all shall fall before the wrath of me ≡adamantine pick≡. (And civilian alert). TO ARMS!