From the Diary of Zaerosz Craftdaggers
Bla-bla-bla....
Brother Cornelius, who's been following these two for last few hours, came and swiftly took the clipboard of Vabok's hands- Hallo, dude, and thanks for all this shit about Developing, Fixing, Prosper and so on. We didn't think you take this joke of "being overseer" so serious, but thanks anyway! Your report about "what and where" will help me to get things doing. I'm the REAL overseer, as you see. I even have The Overseer's Roc Bone Shield "Icehumor the Autumn of Rampages", and you don't! See ya at Prayer, bye!
So, so.. Farming? Who needs farming when there're thousands of plants and drinks? Stop farming anything, except sunberries.
Common coal forges? Remove them.
Libash the Titled Swordsdwarf has died from old age? Wow! I need to get prepared for the ceremony!
Someone ocassionally put their pets corpses into coffins, so I ordered them to be emptied and used for fallen dwarves instead. Also we need to dig another wing of catacombs for coffins.
I put a few experienced fighters into their squads - I have no idea why they were doing civilian job while their fighting skills rust, but no that's ok.
Zaerosz is now suppplied with arrows instead of bolts and is able to shoot. I hope that smiles
him her a bit she's the only unhappy dwarf here.
Apart from that everything is calm and peaceful...
Dammit.