Journal of Highmax, MinerI was taking a stroll outside on a nice stroll on this fine new spring day, storing some stuff in the stockpile when I was approached by danmanthedog, our current expedition leader. He told me he had enough of the whole overseer job and wanted me to fill in for him for a year. He told me that I could still do what I did, which was dig, but I would manage most of the fort as I did so. I was about to tell him no, when he said there would be some salmon and longland beer in it for me. What could I do but not refuse my favorite things? I accepted almost instantly, asking when I should start. He told me now, and ran away dancing as if something glorious had been done. Maybe the idea of someone new taking over excited him? Or perhaps this job is too damn stressful? Nah, its probably that hes having a good day or something.
I took a quick survey of what is going on and I noticed something amiss: first, we have a population of sixteen and not everyone has a bedroom to themselves. Also, we have a shockingly small amount of wood. What are we, elves? get those trees cut on the double! I also noticed we need some nice offices and bedrooms for some of the nobles that will be assisting us. And I found just the spot to place them
And then I go downstairs and notice the large amounts of areas we were told to mine out. I shake my head and cancel the orders. If we're looking for ores, why dig out when we need to dig down? I ordered just that also. And then I noticed: we have a water problem. No water means no washing. No washing means no clean wounds. No clean wounds means infection. Infection means dying. And I don't want to die. So I heard of deep underground deposits of fresh water for us, so I decided that we need to go deeper for that reason as well. I also got ready a great idea to help deal with anyone who doesn't seem friendly enough to us. After I set up some plans, I let the fortress get to work. And what happens? No one does the job smartly.
The next person who says they got nothing to do is going to be put on medical duty. Hopefully there will be no more accidents like this in my time of overseeing. Lucky for me, I don't get to do the honors of being the one to carry snow to the hospital. Lucky for me, I saw someone to become our chief medical dwarf. Unlucky for the cook of course, since he got the honors. As I was about to run downstairs to go do some digging, I heard screams and ran upstairs. I saw that an armadillo corpse just got up and started attacking anything in sight. However, the soldiers were in sight so they got to get some action. They killed the corpse quite easily, but what frightens me is how the hell the thing got back up. I then realized our entire corpse and refuse stockpile is outside. I quickly ordered it to be brought in immediately and that we will deal with the horrible smell as soon as possible.
24th of Grantie, 127:
Nothing came back from the dead. I have our squad of three constantly on patrol for our cause of reanimation. I've been digging out out our noble quarters and I will be soon making my way digging down. I hope fenrir gets back on his feet, this job is a killer. It has also started raining, which is a nice change in this dry and hot weather. We also had a new addition to the outpost:
Cute little baby. hope she grows up strong and healthy so we can have her work hard. Also, some migrants have arrived! This brings our population fo 16 to a total of 42. That's a lot of people. That menas more work! ANd more soldiers. I get a few people to work on my great and brilliant plan as the rest do odd jobs around the outpost
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