I recently started a fort after months and months of not playing, and man had I forgot how good this game is:
Just as I thought I had things going rather nicely and the fort had steady growth going with a comfortable 57 dwarves, a spitting elephant-like creature made out of moonstone comes spewing deadly spit on my dwarves. 5 dead, couple hurt, not that big a deal, though some of my best soldiers fell. At least my doctors got something to practice on. Aaand then the goblins come to pay a visit with the dwarven caravan. The entrance and trade depot area goes in to absolute chaos as Merchants, Soldiers, animals and freshly recruited dwarfs chase and get chased by Goblin Lashers and Swordsmen. 10 more dead, around 15 badly hurt, and from the last 25 work-capable dwarves, half are miserable, grieving their lost friends, choking on the miasma that envelops the fort. All efforts go to clearing the bodies and patching up the injured dwarves, the Legendary Bone Carver being the best pick for the role of Bone Doctor, after the Chief Doctor goes Berserk in the Dining Hall.
All the time the Mayor struggles on the brink of insanity and keeps getting pummeled by upset dwarves. Every dwarf going crazy taxes his mind a bit more.
Then a fire-breathing lobster decides to attack. Rith ,a puny Engraver, volunteers to seal the tunnels to prevent it from getting in. Sadly, he locks himself out. Amazingly enough, the lobster isn't interested in him at all, and instead starts waiting at the sealed underground entrance of the fort. Rith starts gathering plants to stay alive and finds some quiet corner away from the beast to spend every night. Then, few months later, he sees his chance, the eyeless montrosity has crept to the catacombs! He grabs some Jet next to him and imprisons the vile creature with his deceased friends. He can finally return to the fort and it's comfy beds, decadent drinks and his two remaining children.
All the while, the dabbling doctors worked hard, bringing all the injured dwarves to working condition and only one more of the miserable dwarves got struck by melancholy. When Spring arrives, even the mayor, after battling through a depressing half a year says he's feeling fine and is ready to lead Mobgorge and it's remaining 36 dwarves onwards.
Aah, that felt good, I really needed to unload some stories from the fort and gush about DF generally. Now, onto making Mobgorge a tad bit safer from attackers until I can set up an army again.