I'm having an... interesting time in my current fort. I decided to finally try my novice hand at the clowncar, so created a small map. I took out the evil areas, and doubled-up on my good areas, and decided that caverns would only slow me down from my devoted mission goal. So embarked, and noticed while planning carefully that I had a lot of points to spend. A lot. Too many. So checking what I had for gear, I noticed a very odd list, missing several things, but one really stuck out.
There was naturally no booze. Nor was there any to be taken with me on embark.
In removing the caverns, I eliminated the entire underground biome. No fungi-wood. No plump helmets. There was nothing subterrene at all, nor would there ever be, save magma and the creatures that call it home.
But I pressed on, wanting to see how this particular brand of Fun would turn out. I had most of my dwarves scurrying about picking herbs and brewing whatever I could find. Which turned out to be sunberries. I was on a good biome myself. And then the unicorns started appearing around the edges of my map...
So now I find myself in a land where unicorns prowl the forests by the six-pack, the entire dwarven nation is stone-cold sobre, the only other intelligent life on the map is elves, and I'm slowly working my way toward a functional infinity of Fun.
I can't wait to see the end of everything here. This land deserves to burn so badly I can feel it with all my senses.