Personal log of Dr. Zuglar "House" Cobaltdots
--Obsidian 30, 1052--
What
The
Hell?
I came here in the Autumn, just a few months ago, and have to say, someone here is drunk, stupid, or both. The latter is probably most likely, since it seems to be the norm for dwarves.
Among the problems I noticed when I first came here:
1. The Depot is completely inaccessible to wagons. I, for one, need supplies for the hospital I have been requesting for three months, now! How the hell am I supposed to get supplies when there is no route for the wagons to arrive?
2. The entrance by which the Depot is accessed is completely vulnerable to attack. For some reason, the door to this hole in the ground is only feet from where our scouts can no longer see. When I have time, I shall have to investigate this abnormality, as it makes no sense that they should not see their own front porch.
3. The traffic of the entire fort is traveling along one single staircase, which is only 1 square meter. I was once run over by that portly chef as he was lugging a barrel of whiskey past me!
4. There is a complete lack of necessary rooms, such as dining rooms, my hospital, and a barracks in which to train a military. I, for one, need a hospital, because with the utter lack of sense these brainless morons exhibit, I'll be plenty busy setting bones, splinting body parts, and sewing together our bunch of useless skinsacks, as they whine about the lack of water.
I would go on, but the list is too long, and I need to go find out when I'm going to get my hospital, if ever!
--Granite 1, 1053--
The new overseer, a person by the name of Dewboy (strange names they come up with), ran into my room, babbling about goblin invasions, dead dwarves, and the fall of Boltrinse. He then promptly collapsed on my floor, telling me to take his place, for he could not do the job, for Armok must have sent him that vision. Armok, my ass. I have a feeling that the blood sample I helped myself to will reveal traces of spotted helmet, a powerful hallucinogen, which looks very much like our plump helmets, if, of course, you ignore the giant spots on it, which is easy to do when drunk off your ass.
Well, it looks like time to get started on this job. Now I will finally have that hospital I have always dreamed of.