Good to see someone else with an active interest in the fort. I wonder where our other comrades are...
OOC: Hey, sorry I can't be online every hour of the day. I've got a social life and things to do other than DF y'know.
1st Granite, 301The writing is imprinted deeply into the paper. It seems the author was writing with a particular amount of pressure against their writing instrument as they were composing this piece.Alright, so y'know how usually fortresses have really silly names like "Paddledfury", "Juicemen", and "Stafftarget", right? Like where every last inch of the uncreative minds that constitutes our ruler's diminutive hairy brains has finally squirted out some god-awful kind of random duo of words that makes no sense to anybody except those hatasses that we call our leaders. I wish there was some sort of contest where all the fortresses of The Dangerous Salve would come together and pit all of their retarded names up against each other in some kind of ridiculous orgy of idiocy just so that our new
fortress (which is literally just a massive wall stretching roughly a kilometer up into the sky until that Urist guy gets off his fat ass and starts digging) will win the grand prize.
So what is the glorious name our fortress has been given?
BOWELPILLARS.WAT.
I mean, yes, the fortress in which I was born was called Basementmurder, which is pretty sketchy in and of itself, but I don't know what kind of messed-up yakbrain comes up with a name which literally means "large columns of shit". I don't know if they intend for us to replicate the name with actual imagery inside of our fortress, but I'd rather actually climb to the top of the wall and just relieve myself straight onto the migrants that'll come to populate our soon-to-be-shithole of a forest rather than actually have to craft statues out of all my comrades' excrement, including my own. If the first thing the humans see (and smell) when they come up to our fortress is just massive piles of crap then I wouldn't blame them if they just called it quits, turned around, and hightailed it the fuck out of there before they had to trade with us.
In any case, the blacksmith seems to be eyeing me due to my lack of a beard, and in all honesty I'm terrified that I'll be kicked out of here too for my deformity. What am I supposed to do, slap on some kind of gel and just watch my beard grow out? It's not like I shave it or anything.
Whatever. Urist seems to be getting ready to start digging. I'll follow close behind him so I can start working on whatever the leader asks me to make without too much delay. He scares me a little. In fact, most of these dwarves scare me to some degree. Especially that female one. I swear to Armok her hands glow a little every once in a while, it's like she's a necromancer or something.
Speaking of necromancers, there'd better not be any fucking vampires among the migrants that come idle around our fortress in the near future. Last thing I need is some hooplehead sucking out another citizen's blood vessels through their neck. Or my neck, for that matter.
In any case, first impressions are shit, the fortress itself will most likely be composed of literal shit, and I wouldn't be surprised if before long
I start getting shit just because I'm different.
Speaking of shit, look what one of the horses just produced. How quaint...
...and there goes the farmer too, right next to it.
Armok help us all.