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[Walkaboutout]

Sigh. No matter how hard I try (okay, actually, I make SOME effort, but not EVERY effort, to be honest) to keep my dwarves used to the sun, there's always one or two who end up cave adapted for various reasons. All I can say is, I wish dwarves were more inclined to clean up vomit in an above ground constructed room.

While something like, say, blood will freeze in the winter if you're in such a biome (causing it to disappear), vomit most definitely will not. Anyone else have trails of vomit to various surface areas? Such ridiculous beasts, our dwarves.

[GhostDwemer]

Vomit is full of dwarven pheromones, dwarves follow vomit trails like ants, it is how they navigate when they are on the surface and are blinded by the sun. You could use the dfhack command "clean" to remove it, but then how will your sun-blinded dwarves find their way about?

[ptb_ptb]

The natural enemy of vomit is lava. Simply flood the surface with lava and all your troubles will vanish in a puff of smoke.

[FallenAngel]

If you want to minimize vomit, find those who are fully cave-adapted and prevent them from leaving the underground through various means.
At the same time, maximize the time others are in the sun. Preferably with a courtyard with statues with walls as high as possible. And overhangs.

[Immortal-D]

Oh the vomit you'll find!

Congratulations!  Today is your day.  You're off to the Mountain Home, far and away.
With beard on your face and belly 'o booze, you can steer yourself to any profession you choose.

As you enter the Great Hall, looking over with care, mind the prisoner pits, so much vomit in one square.
In a Fortress things can happen, and frequently do, to simple-minded beards with belly 'o booze.
For instance you may glimpse such wondrous sights, like Giant Eagles lifting Dwarves to dizzying heights.
The vomit here is scattered, not really the worst, though you may wish to find a new Pig Tail Shirt.
Back near the tables of the shining Great Hall, you may spot the stain of vomit-covered walls.
Pay it no heed, tis far from the booze, though better safe than sorry; wear metal-clad shoes.

After dinner you head to the mines, strange to see Dwarves who all run and hide.
A great Cavern beast which poisons the air, clearly the Dwarves are right to be scared.
With a bloated body covered in hide, it undulates in terrible rhymes.
Do not be alarmed if you re-encounter what you dined, tis a natural reaction.

Oh the vomit you'll find!

Quickly you hike, back above ground, you can't even recall how long you were down.
As the fresh air impales your lungs, you may feel a bit dizzy from the Armok-awful Sun.
You stumble and crawl, rolling to a fall, why did you ever want to leave the Great Hall?
You find strength to go back, but will you succeed?
Yes! You will indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed)

You crawl, trailing breakfast back home, noticing suddenly, you are not alone.
Tis then that you spot many other cave-haulers, all displaying such wonderful colors!
Brown green and pink, spread far and wide, 'tis quite a feat', you think with a smile.
As you find safety in the dark once more, you marvel at the amount of barf Dwarves can store.

Betwixt Beasts and Sun and all that you feel, you will always have reminder of the last Great Hall meal.
As you readjust with a sigh, your fellow Urists look kind, for all have been there at some point in their lives.
Laughing and cheering, your voices combined, all shout to the heavens;

Oh the vomit you'll find!

[Walkaboutout]

LOLOL. Immortal, that was awesome.

[Foxite]

Oh the vomit you'll find!

Congratulations!  Today is your day.  You're off to the Mountain Home, far and away.
With beard on your face and belly 'o booze, you can steer yourself to any profession you choose.

As you enter the Great Hall, looking over with care, mind the prisoner pits, so much vomit in one square.
In a Fortress things can happen, and frequently do, to simple-minded beards with belly 'o booze.
For instance you may glimpse such wondrous sights, like Giant Eagles lifting Dwarves to dizzying heights.
The vomit here is scattered, not really the worst, though you may wish to find a new Pig Tail Shirt.
Back near the tables of the shining Great Hall, you may spot the stain of vomit-covered walls.
Pay it no heed, tis far from the booze, though better safe than sorry; wear metal-clad shoes.

After dinner you head to the mines, strange to see Dwarves who all run and hide.
A great Cavern beast which poisons the air, clearly the Dwarves are right to be scared.
With a bloated body covered in hide, it undulates in terrible rhymes.
Do not be alarmed if you re-encounter what you dined, tis a natural reaction.

Oh the vomit you'll find!

Quickly you hike, back above ground, you can't even recall how long you were down.
As the fresh air impales your lungs, you may feel a bit dizzy from the Armok-awful Sun.
You stumble and crawl, rolling to a fall, why did you ever want to leave the Great Hall?
You find strength to go back, but will you succeed?
Yes! You will indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed)

You crawl, trailing breakfast back home, noticing suddenly, you are not alone.
Tis then that you spot many other cave-haulers, all displaying such wonderful colors!
Brown green and pink, spread far and wide, 'tis quite a feat', you think with a smile.
As you find safety in the dark once more, you marvel at the amount of barf Dwarves can store.

Betwixt Beats and Sun and all that you feel, you will always have reminder of the last Great Hall meal.
As you readjust with a sigh, your fellow Urists look kind, for all have been there at some point in their lives.
Laughing and cheering, your voices combined, all shout to the heavens;

Oh the vomit you'll find!

That could be sung very well in a sea shanty kind of style. The best thing about sea shanties is that most ones are sung in a dwarfy voice.

[Immortal-D]

Glad you approve   My inspiration for this bit of lyrical butchery is actually the great Doctor Seuss.

[FallenAngel]

Glad you approve   My inspiration for this bit of lyrical butchery is actually the great Doctor Seuss.

I could tell. I didn't remember the words, but I knew the style.

[Buckley]

The natural enemy of vomit is lava. Simply flood the surface with lava and all your troubles will vanish in a puff of smoke.

Aaaa yes... once again magma survives a challenge to it being the solution to everything. 

[Naryar]

The natural enemy of vomit is lava. Simply flood the surface with lava and all your troubles will vanish in a puff of smoke.

Aaaa yes... once again magma survives a challenge to it being the solution to everything. 

Magma solves everything and anyone who does not agree with that needs to be... solved.

[Buckley]

The natural enemy of vomit is lava. Simply flood the surface with lava and all your troubles will vanish in a puff of smoke.

Aaaa yes... once again magma survives a challenge to it being the solution to everything. 

Magma solves everything and anyone who does not agree with that needs to be... solved.

Agreed.  Magmaracists.  The horror...the horror....https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKcAYMb5uk4

[Kestrel]

Yeah this problem is pretty hysterical, but so is the constant state of terror in which my military dorfs find themselves after a day of slaughter.  Or when a hunter kills a wild boar and becomes horrified at his handiwork.  Not sure if terror causes vomiting though.

[Max™]

Oh the vomit you'll find!

Congratulations!  Today is your day.  You're off to the Mountain Home, far and away.
With beard on your face and belly 'o booze, you can steer yourself to any profession you choose.

As you enter the Great Hall, looking over with care, mind the prisoner pits, so much vomit in one square.
In a Fortress things can happen, and frequently do, to simple-minded beards with belly 'o booze.
For instance you may glimpse such wondrous sights, like Giant Eagles lifting Dwarves to dizzying heights.
The vomit here is scattered, not really the worst, though you may wish to find a new Pig Tail Shirt.
Back near the tables of the shining Great Hall, you may spot the stain of vomit-covered walls.
Pay it no heed, tis far from the booze, though better safe than sorry; wear metal-clad shoes.

After dinner you head to the mines, strange to see Dwarves who all run and hide.
A great Cavern beast which poisons the air, clearly the Dwarves are right to be scared.
With a bloated body covered in hide, it undulates in terrible rhymes.
Do not be alarmed if you re-encounter what you dined, tis a natural reaction.

Oh the vomit you'll find!

Quickly you hike, back above ground, you can't even recall how long you were down.
As the fresh air impales your lungs, you may feel a bit dizzy from the Armok-awful Sun.
You stumble and crawl, rolling to a fall, why did you ever want to leave the Great Hall?
You find strength to go back, but will you succeed?
Yes! You will indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed)

You crawl, trailing breakfast back home, noticing suddenly, you are not alone.
Tis then that you spot many other cave-haulers, all displaying such wonderful colors!
Brown green and pink, spread far and wide, 'tis quite a feat', you think with a smile.
As you find safety in the dark once more, you marvel at the amount of barf Dwarves can store.

Betwixt Beasts and Sun and all that you feel, you will always have reminder of the last Great Hall meal.
As you readjust with a sigh, your fellow Urists look kind, for all have been there at some point in their lives.
Laughing and cheering, your voices combined, all shout to the heavens;

Oh the vomit you'll find!

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