Granite 26, 101
Moods were strained for a few days after the accident. Doc was excited for the chance to show everyone how quickly his machine could mass-produce coffins, but this suggestion was quickly shot down by everyone else present, and our mason decided she was going to make the final resting place of Mugodar's arm the old-fashioned way, by hand.
Meph ran outside in a blind rage and immediately tackled the nearest foul blendec, which would probably have resulted in his own death had it not been for the assistance of Dogmeat, even so, he took a nasty gash to the leg.
We decided to dig out a new room for the Doc, right next to his machines. And far, far away from everyone else. As for the grisly table, it seems to have vanished. Nobody complained about this.
Despite the revulsion I felt at the new contraption, I am still a pragmatic gnome, so I told Doc to produce a set of new stone barrels to deal with our fish stockpiling problem. Our food storage area has been getting filled up lately, which has resulted in a fishery full of unstockpiled fish and a great deal of miasma.
Slate 17, 101
Our population nearly tripled last week as a group of around forty migrants showed up unexpectedly at our front door. There was a rapid scramble to dig out some more bedrooms in order to accommodate them all, and I ordered the Doc to produce a lot of beds.
In order to feed the machine more efficiently, we made a small passageway leading over the machine room, with a hole positioned directly over the machine's input tile and a garbage dump designated right next to the hole. By mass-dumping all of our non-economic rock, we will carry it to the hole all at once and throw it directly into the machine's mouth. It's safer, too: since nobody has to actually touch the machine, we can load it even when it's still running.
A pride of dire lions showed up on the horizon. According to Stras, dire lions are among the 'unnatural' creatures of the wild and, despite their resemblance to regular lions, are a threat to gnomes and are therefore considered fair game. Hearing this, a number of the new migrants who happen to be hunters set off and shot the beasts one after another, then brought the corpses in to be butchered. We have no great need for the meat, but their fat, hides and bones could potentially be useful.
Also, we found the table. It was in Doc's room. That guy has some serious problems.