Logs of underseer Deona, summer of the second year.
The child who called himself Aseaheru has locked our workshop's door this morning and did not open no matter how persuasive I tried to be. In the evening he emerged, and we saw... this.
It's definitely unique, but I am afraid about Aseaheru's mental state. A bone bed? It would suit wasteland cannibals well... Oh dear, at least he's happy now. I will let him sleep on this bed.
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This morning we've spotted a new threat. Apparently there's a group of bandits called "raiders" nearby, one of their lads tried to sneak in our trade depot.
But this is not everything... Those irradiated things, those mutants... ghouls. Apparently they can be civil and even persuasive! A bunch of them showed next to our door, driving wagons led by brahmin. I wanted to force them away, but their caravan leader promised that they won't cause any trouble and want to buy some of our pre-war tech and crafts, and that they offer meat, drinks and different tools. It's a good thing that our trade depot is outside of the main courtyard, I let them trade. It's not that bad, they talk slowly and correctly, something new after you are getting used to deals with barbaric wastelanders. I bet the trader I talked to used to be a professor or a scientist before the war. The trick is not to look them in the face.
We traded for a fair amount of food, cloth and different things.
What's important is that they've sold us a rifle! A cheap copper-cased old pre-war rifle, but they had plenty of ammo to go with it, so now Disarcade can have his fun as I promised.
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By the way, Disarcade decided that he cannot sit in his ass inside of the vault or even behind the courtyard walls, he wants to go out and "kill those motherf*ers". One of the new arrivals is a former security chief of the destroyed vault, so he's our security chief now, name is Big James B. Disarcade did not object, he has formed his own "squad", he calls himself Ranger Captain and all those under him Rangers. He told us he's going to clear the whole area from hostile wildlife and mutants.
The problem is... everyone who arrived from that old vault, they all want to be security officers under Big James B command. I can understand them, nobody wants to go outside and die a terrible death, it's much safer inside the walls. So Big James B has a few people outfitted in armor, they all carry riot shields and we've managed to arm almost everyone.
Disarcade stands on the wall all day angrily, taking potshots at vultures. At least we have a lot of bird for soup now.
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I've reorganized the labor quite a bit. We have engineers (architects/miners/masons/mechanics), scavengers (woodcutters/scavengers), patrons (dedicated planters/farmers), doctors (3 already), crafters (all crafting skills), woodworkers (carpenters/bowyers), officers (haulers when off duty) and couriers (dedicated haulers).
I've also appointed a new person into a position of Amentities Officer. He's going to look after documentations (librarian) and trading (broker). I'll keep my underseer position and will continue to manage labor (manager).
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This morning one of new people has crafted a very beautiful sandal. When I asked "where's the pair", she answered "there's none, it's art!"
I guess we can make a small art gallery or something, I just need to order some glass display cases created.
It shows the foundation of our home, how lovely...
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