Bahaha! We're still alive, and who knows, we might live a while longer!
I had written Kneadwildness off for dead when a squad of bow goblins attacked, lead by a single hammerdwarf, and even just opened the doors to let everyone out once they started tantruming. I figured they should go out with a bang.
Anyway, the tantrum spiral's still going, but I think it's slowing down now, with 44 people still alive, although that includes quite a few with such horrible mental scars after their ordeal that they can no longer feed themselves.
Anyway, my main hope of salvation? Two of my cooks survived, albeit one with a broken finger.
The healthy cook is busily roastin' up some delicious, cheerful lavish meals, although he is only an adequate cook.
The dead are going in the corpse stockpile, and I still have my favourite mason to make some coffins. The goblins left, obviously, after most of their number finally died and the rest were pretty badly injured.
Edit: Okay, well I kinda fibbed when I said the tantrum spiral was slowing down... I still have two beserk people, and the populace at large are murdering each other indiscriminately. Now I have a woodcutter acting strangely, possibly in a fey mood.
Here's hoping he makes his psychopathic beserking girlfriend into a hat, and not one of my useful people! D:
On the plus side, I still have a few folk working away despite the circumstances, including my favourite mason "Sweet" Utag, who is currently tending to the injured despite her complete lack of medical training. Bless 'er little heart!
Also, putting the hooved critters back in their pasture, after letting them out in hopes of distracting the goblins.
43 people left with the murder of my legendary bowyer.