Mid-Autumn of the third year of Pickhollows. Holy god the miasma!
It's everywhere! Something's wrong with the militiamen and their food/water usage, so there are hundreds upon hundreds of items of rotting food lying around the fortress. What makes it all worse is that the food is owned by the person who was supposed to pick it up, so it can't be dumped/placed in a refuse pile. the troops were already unhappy from the recent conflicts, so this has stacked up to make for one very pissy psychiatrist whose been dealing with them like some sort of joy and happiness god. I realized suddenly that I could train my dwarves thanks to the library workshop, book items, and writing/reading reactions I wrote up a while back, so i dug out a space for four of them and set the psychiatrist to write books on consoling/pacifying. I learned however that I had not accounted for the way cloth items are handled so after completing just one job the library is cluttered with 2000 seperate items, each weighing 2 urists. I'm going to go back and fix this now. If I don't flood the room with magma this could take over a year to clean up! Mosus, you better pray one of your gods knows how to part the magma sea!
I also don't know how to safely empty the room of magma afterwards... this is turning into quite a chore.