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[hops]

So long ago, when the dwarves finally decided to flood the whole world with magma and change the overworld into one giant fortress. With the tyrannical yet mysterious ruling strategy of the Overseer, the ultimate ruler of the Great Fortress, there had been peace

Well, kind of, anyways, there are almost constantly riots, just because dwarves tend to start trying to kill each other when bored, but like you said, almost peace. The fort didn't tear itself up in some civil war or something.

You are one of the bookkeepers spread around the fortress to count and foresee the economy, and that had freed up most of your schedule. The Overseer seems to be unable to see the difference between you sitting and calculating and you sitting and procrastinating.

You have been calculating the age of the world from the microcline statue standing by your desk. Its age ended abruptly, as if the element was conjured instantly out of thin air. And before its creation there was oblivion, then... you had a glimpse of what lied before oblivion.



The world has been reset many times, probably by The Overseer, or maybe his "Blood God"

You're on to this mystery, you do not like the prospect of ceasing to exist.


You sit in your golden study, it is a gigantic room filled with elaborate golden statues decorated with the god metal, Adamantine. The microcline statue by your golden desk was the reminder of your study when you were just starting out on this job.

The door stands at the opposite wall, perhaps you might be able to sneak out, and the Overseer won't notice. It's not like he's omniscient, or something, that would be preposterous.

[scapheap]

Go for a drink, what with being a dwarf and all.

[hops]

Go for a drink, what with being a dwarf and all.

2: You scoot over with your wheeled armchair to the control panel to press the REQUEST BOOZE button. Nothing happened.

Looks like there's some corpse clogging up the serving computer.

[scapheap]

Go for a wonder.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Locate a book.

[rabidgam3r]

Locate 'Overseer: Fact or Fiction?' and secretly read it, and then burn it to earn the Overseer's trust.

[hops]

Go for a wonder.

6: You probably meant wander, but before you realize that you had already created Nīmugog, an artifact slade pen.
You have no idea how you got that slade, but anyways you have drawn the Overseer's attention.

Locate a book.

1: Nope. Dwarves think that books are blasphemy. They write by engraving instead.

Locate 'Overseer: Fact or Fiction?' and secretly read it, and then burn it to earn the Overseer's trust.

6: In the dark corner of the fortress there lie the most blasphemous engraving in existence. It is made by you, but you decided that it would be too risky, so you went to destroy it.

The Overseer is pleased by your action (you have no idea how he saw you, but yeah) and rewards you with a royal quarter. You can hear the anguished cry of a noble far on the other side of the fort.

[NoahTophatz]

insult that noble for all dwarves hate them

[Corai]

Look for something that will give us information on the overseer. But do it as if we are simply looking at our collection.

[Gentlefish]

Admire own fine sock.

[Fireiy]

PTW

[hops]

insult that noble for all dwarves hate them

Technically, you are a noble, but whatever.

6: Your colorful display of language towards the Baron has given you more approval from the Overseer, but less to politicians. You will have to watch out for assassins.

Look for something that will give us information on the overseer. But do it as if we are simply looking at our collection.

4: You take a visit to this sector's library, and by library you mean a meeting hall that is always misty. There is an insane scrawling that you recognize to be the beardwriting of the bookkeeper before you. He died long ago, but probably it's so hard to see in the halls that nobody noticed them. It seems to be something about "PCs" and "bugfest". You use your powerful photographic memory to inscribe it in your mind and read it later.

Admire own fine sock.

6: You admire the Giant Cave Spider silk sock on your feet. You have a lot more of these, all hidden in the caverns below.

[Corai]

Continue investigating. Must find the source of this "Overseer" soon...

[Gentlefish]

Ponder on the meaning of bugfest. Consume plump helmet biscuit.

[hops]

Continue investigating. Must find the source of this "Overseer" soon...

You review what you know in your hefty tome, entitled "Cat Leather Socks: Fact or Fiction", written using your alias.
Currently only a page of it contains something of use. But you'll change that soon as you go on with your investigation.

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This is the point where the plagiarized masterpiece discussing the existence of cat leather socks end, and where I begin to write about what this is actually about. If you would rather read about socks than omniscient demon tyrants, then I suggest you to visit the library in the Sector of Cheesebones, as that is where I copied the discourse from.

IF you wanted to read about omniscient demon tyrants, then I believe I will need to give you some more context first.

I have transcribed this lore in a book, for I have information that the Overseer is unable to read the true content of books, and is only able to capture of gist of it, hence why I filled it with cat leather socks. Yes, THAT Overseer.

If you don't know your history, then let me clarify that "overseer" is a title given to a dwarf that is chosen to to run a fort. As you can see, the navigable world is now one giant fortress unassailable by all outsiders. This Overseer is different from others.

He is no living being, and does not attempt to mask it. He had established himself as a deity, and is known to be capable of strengthening our mental hive mind and compelling us to obey him. I have calculated into the time beyond my birth, and have found that back then he had to move over from overseers to overseers, possessing them and impersonating them, manipulating them all to unknowingly pave the road for his Great Fortress.

He then took the mind of a dwarven warrior, who led revolt toward the elves, and soon genociding them. While I could have easily approved of that in other circumstance, his action has had more serious consequences than spelling the end of obnoxious tree hippies. He had tipped the scale. Thus the Overseer begin the Midgame. It was said the warrior later died in a mysterious incident involving a drawbridge.

But before the warrior died, he had incited the Great Conquest, and after hundred years of endless battle, we claimed victory and turned the very Planet into our fortress. The Overseer then appeared as a deity, and took absolute control over dwarfkind. He then relaxes. While that sounded relieving, it is not. The Endgame has started, without his knowledge. He could have destroyed a revolt against him easily by rewinding reality itself, and erasing us all from existence. Even if a revolt does not happen, chances are he would become bored with us and destroy the world anyways. This had happened at least once from my calculations.

I must hurry to end his plans, and before I could even find a way to do that, I must find out first of the world he came from.

You really doubt anyone would read it. Only legendary bookkeepers are capable of reading, and most of them goes insane before they had a chance to try to read something from a book, not to mention books are so rare you could easily say that you're holding the last book in existence.

2: You decided to examine with your minds eye the engraving you remembered earlier, but it is now gobbledygook to you. It's probably just soberness messing with your head, you really forgot to go grab a booze after that control panel got stuck.

Ponder on the meaning of bugfest. Consume plump helmet biscuit.

1: You ponder on the meaning of "bugfest" and could not think of anything other than insects. By Armok, your headache is getting worse just as soon as you noticed. You also for some reason decided to nab a plump helmet biscuit to eat even though you're not hungry.