No wonder this place is a mess, Triaxx2 has been missing! In his lifetime, he was so sporadic about providing updates on the fort's status, that he apparently disappeared without anyone noticing. I ask a bunch of workers about what they've been doing, and they simply answer that they were ''following instructions'', before pointing to a shack. Said shack seems to contain tons and tons of blueprints, each with random rooms designated in the middle of nowhere. Strange tunnels underground connected to nothing, a road indication going through many stockpiles, various rooms and tunnels planned in the bowels of earth...
This was apparently Triaxx2's office, which may explain why he was so eager to vanish. He would have had a decent office, has he focused on infrastructure a bit more. Ah, commoners! They lack the aspirations of nobility, upon which feed the greatest achievements. Our local broker, as well as mayor, Gnott QT, comes to me and complains about his meager office. Something should be done about this promptly. Mayors are almost real nobles, after all. giving him an office would demonstrate my willingness to appeal to the lowborn, and endear me with the local residents. I don't care whatever else those plans say, we are getting our administrators housed, and we are doing it now.
I draw a pencil from my architect case, and trace the designs for a marvelous housing tower. Marble. Who doesn't like marble? Dumb dwarves and poor people that's who.
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OOC notes:
I can get the save to update to 40.24, and I can run it with a vanilla, but it crashes while loading if I try to use the starter pack. I can use the Starter pack install to create a new world, and it runs Doomforests just fine, but it refuses to use this specific save. If anyone can confirm if/why this is happening, that would be super nice. I sort of hate playing without the ability to mouse at things, or search for things, or understand those things once I locate them.* * *
Before I can even put my mind to designing a decent building for nobles, I am met with a more urgent problem still: my own room is a mess! The walls are made of three different materials, which is just plain unaesthetic! Also, the first floor is made of sand, because it's made of nothing, because it was never built. Clearly, any further improvements to the rest of the fort will have to wait, until this offence to my artistic harmony has been addressed.
Some peasants complain that the graphic I made is hard on the eyes, with all the red scribblings. Hard on the eyes? Why don,t you try spending an afternoon in my living room, will ya?
Oh, also, we are running out of booze. This should probably be adressed somewhere down the line. my demands are clear. We will produce drinks once my floor has been correctly built. Get those furnitures out of here, and install a granite floor this instant!
Yes. I know how to rule like a boss. Autocracy and booze depravation. Look at all those lazy commoners getting off their lazy ass to get my floor in place.
Good job, everyone! Turns out i lied, tho. We are not getting drinks until all the floor is done. We have such a great spree here, why stop? I want all those beds removed, and tables, and whatnot, and we'll make this place nice and cozy. You, stop sleeping on the floor. Use the beds i just deconstructed, once they are rebuilt, once you are done sleeping. If you guys have any complaints, just adress them to the mayor office, which is really just a table, which was also deconstructed.
This tower complex is a mess, even with flooring. first, we'll need windows, so we can stare blazingly into the blinding arid sands of the desert. Second, there are some dorms above my own room, accessed through my wardrobe. Those of you whop paid attention will know that one of my key principles is that stuff does not use my bedroom as a navigation hallway. So let's shuffle a bit. The mayor has a room at the entrance, and everyone has to go through it to get to their room too. That must go. We have basically 9 rooms, made of 3 floors.
1st floor, left: my office. Why do I need an office? For princess stuff. You don't know, you're no princess.
2nd floor, left: my bedroom, a great place to rest and store Lord Asmoth's compromising letters about political shady plots.
3rd floor: servants dormitories. currently accessed from my bedroom (No.) but will be reached by the middle staircase. This is where I'll house the broker, manager, and bookkeeper. did you think Gnott QT was gonna hold to all titles? No he isn't. More nobles, all day, everyday.
1st floor, middle: Communal room, with dinning tables.
2nd floor, middle: Previously McKiwi's bedroom, but I'm making it the mayor's office.
1st floor, right: Currently a dorm, I'm making it the office room. Bookkeeper, manager and broker will work together.
2nd floor, right: This becomes the mayor's suite. It won't connect to the fucking dinning hall anymore, but instead be reached from his office.
3rd floor, middle and right: currently an empty big room, but this is where the dormitories will be for everyone else who isn't awesome enough to get a room.
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Before long, the elves are here. Maybe they have booze? Gnott QT is complaining about his office not being ready yet, and refuses to trade. Thankfully, our beloved Ghills is an expert appraiser, and earns the title of broker. congratulation! now grab some crap and get us the wine we need. I also name Urist McDuck as our new bookkeeper. Both of them get a neat desk in the office room, alongside the military commander, Urist McKiwi. well, that wont get confusing at all.
Somewhere down in some shadowy caverns, Atir has given birth to a girl. Uggh, peasants. i try to keepo my distance from them as much as possible, but apparently we don't even have doors. I'm sorry what? No. Make doors. Make them now. Before any of said door can be produced, a brewer gives birth under a camel. People, please.
I return to the trade depot, and learn that the elves have brought no drinks whatsoever. really,n ow6 you show up at a dwarven outpost in the middle of the desert, and there's not an ounce of alcohol in your wagons? Uggh, at least we'll take all your fruits. And this giant tiger for myself. Such a pretty and mighty beast is fit to be my personal pet. just as the trade is about to conclude, Ghills the broker accidentally marks a barrel of blood for trading, angrying the elves, who leave immediately. I am disapointed, Ghills. for this I condemn you to the ugliest of the three desks in the desk room.
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We have a very serious issue. And I'm not even talking about those two floor stops that people won't finish. No, the problem is much more dire: we are out of drinks. It's been a month and a half since i took over, and already things are falling apart. I managed to create a second still, and brew some of our fruits. good news, the booze problems is now a food shortage! To make things worse, migrants have arrived, no doubt attracted by my elitist design philosohpy. Most of them are unskilled or next to useless. 18 mouths to feed, that we certainly do not need.
The only way to survive is to scavenge the desert. We have 30 idlers. I'm ordering a few to mine some of the designated rooms for what I assume is the next phase of operation PIMPSTACK. The rest are now herbalists. This is really just an excuse to get people out of the tower so Ghills can finish the flooring uninterrupted.
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