Hi everyone!
This is a new community fortress I'm starting in 0.40.19. If you'd like to be dwarfed, let me know and I'll add you in.
For the purposes of consistency, all dwarfings will be referred to as 'going into the fortress'. If you die, you'll be 'evicted.' You're more than welcome to be come back into the fortress if you get evicted.
Hope you enjoy the show! I'm no super-expert at DF, but all that should so is make this even more interesting.
Also, if you have fun ideas for challenges that would fit in with the theme of Big Brother, speak up! Will be fun to try and implement them.
The dwarven folk of The Named Hammer were bored. The year was 125, and the once-tiny community has sprouted into one of the largest and most successful fortresses in the world. As a consequence, the dwarves wanted for nothing. For an industrious people, having everything means a lot of sitting around doing nothing. Even the act of drinking, normally a past-time which overcomes all boredom, had become hollow and empty. For you see, the dwarves of The Named Hammer were missing something, a certain emotion, a feeling they hadn't felt for nearly 100 years...
Drama.
The dwarves tried everything to bring back the drama to their lives. Plays, gladiatorial combat, demon and megabeast rodeos... none of them worked. On the verge of desperation, the leader of The Named Hammer gathered all the people of the fortress in the main dining hall and asked them one simple question: "What do you want to see?"
The response was almost unanimous: The suffering of idiots and complete social misfits in a cut-off, miserable hellhole purely for the their amusement.
So the engineers and mechanics of the fortress were commissioned to make this dream a reality. After months of experimentation and construction, the Big Brother project was ready to launch. Hundreds of devices, all capable of the near-magical ability to instantly etch into stone whatever was placed in front of them, were produced, and dozens of dwarves trained in their use. Finally, a suitable person was found to co-ordinate the new 'show'.
All they had to do now was find seven idiots... which is where our story begins.
"Are you ready for Big Brother, everybody!?"
The raucous cheers of hundreds of dwarves echoed around the great dining hall of The Named Hammer, much to the delight of Big Brother host Uzol Darudushat, the baron of the aptly-named Theaterentrance. With the nobles of The Named Hammer also in attendance, the show's launching ceremony was proving so popular that dwarves were spilling into the neighbouring hallways.
"Without further ado, let's introduce you to the fortmates! These diverse individuals will be sent into the wilderness to build and live in their very own fortress, all the while being recorded every second of the day, while you get to watch back home!"
As more cheers rang out, Uzol gestured to the side of the makeshift stage he was presenting from. "First up, we have the leader of the Big Brother expedition, Aban!"
A thin, moustache-wielding dwarf with a long ponytail and braided beard took the stage, waving hesitantly to the crowd. Aban moved to one side of the stage and stood there, somewhat awkward.
"Next, we have a miner who says she doesn't take crap from anyone, Asob!"
A very fat female dwarf, complete with a large copper pick axe slung over her shoulder, made her way out onto the stage. She didn't bother waving at or even acknowledging the crowd, and stood next to Aban. The leader extended a hand to Asob, who merely glared at Aban until he sheepishly withdrew it.
"A trader who may be the difference between life and death for our intrepid fortmates, please welcome Ingiz to the stage!"
A muscular, toned female strode confidently onto the stage, to a barrage of cat-calls and wolfwhistles from the audience. She smiled and waved to the crowd, then stood next to the other two fortmates. Besides a quick handshake and smile, she didn't seem interested in talking much further.
"Every good fortress needs an expert craftsman and mechanic. But instead, we found Rigoth!"
A long-bearded dwarf stumbled onto the stage, causing the crowd to erupt in gales of laughter. An embarrassed grin plastered across his face, Rigoth took his place next to the others on stage. He reached out to shake the hands of the others on-stage, but in his nerves managed to hit Aban the leader in the gut.
"For those of you who love jewellery and bad boys, you'll love Ushrir... although he may not like you!"
Wearing a fine set of garments covered in jewels, Ushrir walked onto the stage to applause, as well as one or two 'oohs' and 'ahhs' over the quality of his clothing.
Uzol approached Ushrir as he walked across the stage, asking "Did you make this yourself Ushrir? It looks amazing?"
Ushrir gave Uzol a withering look. "I would never bother making anything like this. I leave the making for lesser people."
To a few boos, but also one or two squeals from the crowd, Ushrir walked past the host and took his place next to the others.
"Building the fortress will require a lot of hard work and committment. Meet a man who has devoted his whole life to the Stone, Adil!"
An incredibly muscular, handsome dwarf emerged onto the stage, with a large hammer slung by his side. The hall was filled with squeals as Adil waved and blew kisses to the crowd, as well as one or two to the nobles on stage.
"And finally, fortresses need a woodcutter. After all, how else are you supposed to piss off the elves? Our seventh and final fortmate, Astesh!"
With a nervous smile on her face, a muscular female dwarf strode onto the stage. With a huge axe by her side, she waved to the crowd and shook Uzol's hand. Standing next to Adil, she took hands with him, the two muscled dwarves looking incredibly imposing next to their fortmates.
"And that's it! Say hello, AND goodbye to your seven Big Brother fortmates!"
The crowd cheered as the fortmates waved back. Suddenty they could all feel a sharp pain in their back. Turning their heads, they saw fortress Spearmasters jabbing them with their weapons. Scrambling offstage, the seven dwarves were herded roughly through the corridors of The Named Hammer, being followed by several dwarves riding the new image capturing machines. After several minutes the dwarves reached the thick front doors of the fortress, which they were unceremoniously dumped out of.
As the doors closed behind them, the seven dwarves and two imagedwarves were left in the wilderness beyond the fortress doors, where a wagon, several dogs and cats, and two water buffalos were waiting for them.
"Alright everyone," Aban the leader said, taking his place at the front of the wagon. "Let's move out. The show's producers have given me a map to our new home," he said, pulling a crumpled piece of parchment from his backpack.
Grumbling and shouldering their own backpacks, the seven dwarves started off, with the two imagedwarves in hot pursuit.
Seventeen days later...The dwarves were exhausted, food-deprived and furious with one another already. But, finally, they'd made it to their new home!
OK, that's it for post one! Was a bit of a long one but the others should be a bit more compressed now that those pesky intros are out of the way.
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Topic: BigBrother - Lights, Cameras, Chaos! (Community) (Read 675 times)