Alright, fortress is loaded up, everything is ready, let's do the opening post!
The zombies were too much, and the fortress crumbled. The last survivors holed themself up in the depths of the fort, and met one last time before they would die of thirst and hunger, and the fortress would finally fall. "Dead, they're all dead! ALL OF THEM!"
"Calm yourself, lieutenant. Tantruming will do us no good now. We must activate Operation Quantum Cave-in."
"But that could completely fracture the timeline!"
"We have no choice! Maybe the new Overseer will have better luck fighting off the zombie horde. Spin up the magma capacitors."
Humming, the strange device lying in the depths of the earth began to charge. Thirty seconds passed, then another minute. The humming became louder and higher in pitch. The dwarves huddled behind the blast wall. Then, with a sudden WHOOSH, and a massive earthquake, the device fired, and sent its cosmic axe crashing through the alpha timeline, splitting it in two.This is the journal of Remuthra Bomrekshed, militia commander of Ghoullights, and soon-to-be ruler of this fortress. Shades of the future haunt me, and tell me it is my time for action. I have seen more destruction than any could claim. I have seen dozens of fortresses before this, I have kinsman far and wide, and I have experienced more in this life than two of our expedition leader's lives put together. I have lived these many years, and many years before that.
Today, this first of Granite, 1003, I have been contacted by the voices. They say I must banish the undead and save the fort. I have planned for this day, and I shall leave shortly to begin my master plan.