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[laularukyrumo]

So I'm starting up a fort, rolled an embark, pretty standard stuff. Crossing 3 biomes, two are badlands, we've got just enough wood to last, plenty of metals (upon embark I noticed iron, copper, tin, and some marble for flux), and a volcano. Didn't even try. Just got a goodass spot. I'm thinking "Sweet, time to learn how to properly build stuff out of metal."

Load up dwarf therapist. Last time I was using it, I'd had it sort by legendary status so that I could easily select every fucking dwarf and turn stuff on/off globally. So it remembers that setting and it informs me that all seven of my dwarves are Losers.

I get a pretty !!FUN!! vibe from this.... hoo boy.

Describe your Awkward Dwarf Moments below.

[Lemunde]

Don't know about awkward, but I saw something interesting yesterday. I had just started a new fort, probably four or five game months into it. I hadn't had time yet to throw up any kind of traps or defenses. All of a sudden I start seeing job cancellations.

Apparently a giant wolverine was lurking around my fort. I was hoping it would just go away but it had other plans. It darted into my fort and made for my stockpiles. My miner and my woodcutter both had a bad run in with him and were quickly ripped to shreds. I was about ready to give up and let him finish off the rest of my dwarves then start over.

But no, my mason wasn't going to have any of that. He ran into the stockpile room to grab a drink or something and immediately ran into the giant wolverine. All of a sudden I see bone icons flying everywhere. I did some checking around and apparently my mason just flat out slugged him in the jaw, knocking ALL of his teeth out. After that, my other woodcutter showed up and finished him off.

So yeah, after an epic moment like that I decided I couldn't just up and abandon my fort and pressed on. A couple of my dwarves were in a foul mood for a while but they eventually got over it. I can't wait to see what my engraver carves into the walls about that one.

[Itnetlolor]

While building a security box to store game-crashing artifacts (of non-artifact quality) via DFHack-Liquids, I was forced to learn how the medical system in DF works when I finished engraving the obsidian monolith, and was taking down the scaffolding, and after a 2-Z drop, my engraver broke their hand. Add to the awkwardness, they were my Cheif Medical Dwarf; and DwarfTherapist suggested they were optimal for the role too. Unfortunately, they were in too much pain, unconscious, and too thirsty to do something about it.

Whoops. On the bright side, I found a good nurse to help them out in the process.

Same fort, similar lesson; more fucking Keas stealing stuff that may potentially crash my game (like the first wave that taught me a couple hauling tools (minecart and a wheelbarrow) were buggy). One of those birds stole an actual artifact crafted by an easily depressed dwarf (but didn't get away with it yet). Fortunately, it was an earring made of a few stones, so it was plenty heavy... apparently. But the important thing was, that bird was severely slowed down, and oddly enough, gave me a buttload of time to conscript (again, using DT to find the best candidates) some marksdwarves to shoot them down. I struggled with the Military screen to get them armed and loaded for hunting, and had to figure out the hard way how to coordinate everyone to work  properly, and get in range of firing. Thank God I managed to purchase and salvage some bolts; especially silver bolts (best ammo, I've heard at least); didn't lose a single round of it at least; however, hunting the bird (and being forced to use Stonesense to keep track of the pesky bird) ended up looking like a Benny Hill sketch.

As you would imagine, my attitude against those keas was rather foul. It was quite satisfying to salvage the ring, as the bird, and the loot, fell right before the river filled with carp. I beat those damn birds; and learned how to better manage a military. Takes me back to my airship megaproject, and my methods of learning things the hard way.