Fprtress crypt, 12 of Granite, 1056Mate the 888th is paying his respects to Darzoth, his dead cousin.
-Well, cousin, at least you died as a dwarf, cruelly decapitated by a giant sludge, I can't imagine a dwarfier way to die, especially after years of living in the caverns. At least your cavetown was useful for us now, so your death wasn't completely useless, wich is more than many dwarves can say, but, okay, I have to go now, before people start looking at me weird for talking to a tomb, see you soon, cousin, I doubt it'll be much time till we meet again.
Journal of Mate the 888th12 of Granite
I feel an otherworldy presence on this fort, I think that spirits may start haunting people if we don't memoralize them. I don't blame them, I would be angry too if I was rotting in a vampire fortress with everyone else not giving a shit about my eternal rest, and angry dwarf souls are allowed to leave Armok's heavenly dining halls to go haunt people, yell at cats, possess beds and overall be assholes. So I'd rather appease them before they do that.
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I noticed that the "Engraver-Guy" isn't actually a guy, but she didn't seemed to complain about her name, probably because her tounge is rotten and she's too stressed to do anything but make random scrabblings in the walls, ok then.
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The asshole mayor demanded to make shields and then banned their exports. The carpenter will just make round planks and throw them at her face, I doubt the idiot will notice the difference.
Also, I would recommend the mayor Sodel to be less annoying on her demands, because Minister Smuntsu is feeling quite hungry right now.
If I channel the roof to the gobbo's office, will I be able to put a trapdoor there without getting the greenskin out? I'll consult that with the most experienced dwarves of the fort later on.
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Apparently, Mr. Woodcut is lacking the wood to
throw at the mayor's face build beds, so I'll have to make him go into the caves and chop down some goblin cap, the one near the crundle cementery, so the basalt door is now unforbidden, good luck Mr. Woodcut, and for Armok's sake, RUN!!
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I can't comprehend the inaccesibility of the items in stockpiles.
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The pansy elf is not moving, the damn
sheep-shagger tree hugger is just standing there, looking at the fort with his cow and his caged monkeys!
WHY WON'T YOU MOVE?!
Oh. Maybe it's because silly Taupe marked good old Smuntsu as an invader in the ledgers, so the pansy does not want to get close to, what he thinks it is, a goblin infested fort. I guess the smell of rotten flesh may help with his assumptions. But he is not leaving either, he's just standing there. Ugh.
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Er, Mr. Woodcut? You took the blood thorn down but you forgot the wood! Mr. Woodcut! Well, fuck you too!
I just noticed how many goddamn logs are lying outside in the caverns and no one is grabbing them. COME ON!! I expanded the Doctor's Lair to those three logs and the doors are unforbidden and unlocked, so come and grab them!!
Okay, I have to get a drink to forget the incompetence of my comrades. I'm pretty sure my cousin would make a better job at hauling wood and he's DEAD. AND A DEAD NOBLE FOR DOUBLE USELESSNESS!
Ugh. I need some rest.
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EDIT: I took a look at the vampire's personality and he is, literally, a sociopath. Not only that but he likes nature and dislikes craftdwarfship.
HE LIKES NATURE AND DISLIKES CRAFTDWARFSHIP.
We must not let that soulless elf lover live.