So, I usually edit raws seriously, to add some kind of challenge/realism to my games. This time, though, I decided to be a bit silly.
I may have made cave crocodiles and cave dragons (who now have a child tag and lay between 50-75 eggs) mature to adulthood and grow to full size in... a year (among other things). And I may or may not have found three separate cave croc "nests" on the first two cavern layers. Well, technically, I found two. The third one was really just a "room" with fifty-eight soon-to-be-adult crocodiles in it. Did I mention that those first two nests were only partially hauled before they hatched? And that I was silly enough to leave the retrieved eggs lying around in my stockpile the first time? Admittedly, they were pretty easy to kill at first, but by the time my military had woken up (practically all of them tottered off to bed after clearing out the parents), put on their gear, cleaned out the stockpile crocs and gotten down to the caverns, a year had passed. Fun. Not too many casualties, less than 30% of the populace. The second batch was promptly hauled away and dumped into the brand new Poker Room, where a skilled dealer pulled a lever to make the freshly-cut cards come out of the floor. Still, got feel sorry for the hauler who's egg hatched mid-carry. As I was prepared, the cleanup was much easier. By the time we reached the third one, we had enough cave crocodile roasts and soap that we could have fed and cleaned the third batch for the rest of their lives.
There's no need to tell you what happened once we got down to the third layer. Suffice to say, we didn't find anything at first, so we let our guard down. Firstly, the third layer of caverns were sealed off while the last scraps of the original military fought to keep the dragons from scaring the poor civvie, both in the third and second layers. Then, later, the passage to the caverns was sealed off in a similar fashion, with poorly-equipped peasants with sharp sticks fighting them off. Only about ten remained where they could get us. They reached the bedrooms. Finally, the bottom 60% of the fortress was sealed off, with most of the population serving as a giant meatshield for the ten people I considered most likely to prosper (i.e. the people with few or no friends). Well, it became ten. Originally it was twelve. The near-legendary mason I'd planned to take along sealed herself in. Her husband, the Mayor (what can I say, his wife was pregnant, I wanted more beards), by this point, had gone berserk after losing so many friends and, after biting off the arm of one defender and ripping out the throat of another, decided that the best thing to do was grab his artifact bone chair out of his office, run to the adjacent main stairwell (where everyone was fighting) and toss it down the stairs. Ironically, he may have saved the fortress. The chair killed almost forty dwarves, all up. Not directly, though. The dwarves died, and the weight of the chair and their corpses combined was obscene, to the point where it killed all seven of the cave dragons on the stairs - tthinking about it, just one of those would create a massive addition to the mass bearing down on the others. By the time the other three dragons stopped hunting down the five or so runners I'd sent off as distractions and made it to the stairwell, the upper levels were sealed, and the remaining eight or so defenders could die happily. If those dragons hadn't died, they would have mowed down the remaining defenders and killed the mason seconds before she could seal the breach.
The name of the chair? Crowdsilenced the Trouble of Groups.
But yeah, migrants haven't visited this year. On the dwarf front, although they aren't happy, I haven't heard a single gibber. However, some of my survivors have found that special someone to share their bed with... even if that bed is the floor. One's even pregnant! For once, I hope it's a girl (this fort has been mainly female - men have been prized possessions. Now, it's a 2:3 ratio of girls to boys).
I can't believe my luck on the animal situation though. Is there a spore season or something?
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