Oh fuck I pick up a save for a second round and I haven't even finished a single week? Better get crackin!
The first row of the theater needs quite a few seats, and we have less than two dozen in stock. Time for the manager to get to work. The question is, will this be a dinner theater?
Big props to my predecessors for creating such a nice armory with lots of properly forged steel. Seeing this much steel craftsmanship brings tears to my eyes.
Time to carve some random hallways, to decrease the annoying amount of order in this place. In other news, Dastot has created a mysterious construction!
The work orders I put in took too long, so OrcaCommander has been demoted from his job as master smith so he can learn to be a proper manager. Besides, there's some younger dwarves that would like their turn at the anvil.
The bell has been rung, and the population assembles in the strange unfinished basement. There's been rumors of this project started by that madman falafelsandwich, but nobody but the military and the miners has been able to see it until this point. With the sound of this ominous bell, all of the farmers and craftsmen will get to see the secret for themselves.
"Wow, we haven't had a party like this in years!"
Finally, almost the entire population of Gravecinders in an itty-bitty space, ready to witness the show of the century...
Let's start with a couple of cave crocodiles and see what happens.
Well, logistical problems didn't let us have the full show as planned, but the congestion of 100 dwarves trying to fit through a small hallway along an archer team still created some beautiful moments. Most of the monsters are hiding downstairs, only popping their heads up if they're in the mood for a hat made of arrows. This cave crocodile bit it and many civilians get their first dose of Trauma.
Ok, that was fun, the executions for the future will work themselves out. In what other way can we debauch this fort...
pizzaslice!
SOMEBODY is about to be fired from their manager job. I need my Flintstone furniture, goddammit!
The idea of our population minding their own business, doing their jobs, then passing by some mindless slaughter of prisoners pleases me. From now on, many civilian paths will go through this gauntlet of cruelty.
I present to you, the bedrooms of murder.
Sigh, apparently to get anything done around these parts, you must first pay your tribute to the local mob boss, "ORCACommander." While already living a lifestyle FAR above the average dwarf, still he refuses to fill my work orders of stone furniture for the bleachers of suffering until he gets his own dining room to impress his, ahem, "bitches."
Whatever. Fuck the bleachers. I'll spite him and direct my attention elsewhere.
It's castle buildin' time.
- Slate -
C'mon masons, hurry up!
There seems to be a lot of legendary dwarves with VIP status right now, boasting about their past exploits in the dining room. Guess what, you all are now assigned to hauling. Communism has its downsides, you know.
Aw, how cute! ...none of you all made any doomsday levers, did you?
All SORTS of masonry going on. Don't care what you were doing before, now you're helping to build the castle.
The miasma is part of the authentic dwarven experience in our new apartments open next month.
You savage creatures thought that you might survive just because I left... dwarves have a long memory. Welcome to the Pit of Delight.
Ok, this has been going on long enough, both the civilians and soldiers are starting to complain about the smell. Time to bring in the corpse brigade.
This jabberer seems a bit shy. Looks like it's time to test the Gravecinders swordsdwarf squad!
Oh shit there's still a cave croc as well. And the lever just got pulled.
CHARGE LADS!
Cleanup on aisle 5!
- Felsite -
Yay, I was beginning to worry that she hadn't got my invitation. So like Istrath to show up without an RSVP, but we all have those friends, don't we?
Looks like my predecessors have left the front gate locked for some years. I feel sorry for anyone who's had to do work outside - they have to drag their loads over the blood of the cliffs.
Is it really that easy? #cagetrapsop
Not sure what the previous administration's attitude was towards elves, but the new government treats elves as kill-on-sight.
The new wall is coming along nicely
- Hematite -
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Ok this is a new message to me...
So much construction, so little time.
No, I'm afraid they won't be.
Tensions are increasing...
Oh the humanity.
Pfsh, like I'm gonna listen to somebody named 'pizzaslice'.
Yowza. Time for some bins. Let's order 90.
- Malachite -
Artsy fartsy who gives a shit.
Ok, the lower floor in the execution room was a terrible idea, because the poor horrified goblins just cower there while their friends get slaughtered with crossbows above. Time for a redesign.
dibs
Apparently there's a lot that's gone on...
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