After growing bored with my old forts, and becoming generally frustrated with DF 2010 due to a number of separate incidents involving losing entire seasons' worth of progress due to game crashing at inopportune times -- the most ragequit worthy instance being the crashing
right as the seasonal autosave was about to kick in. So, turned with my most current fort after suffering such an absurdly infuriating setback, and awaiting my turn in Wooddipped, I figured I might as well download one of the older, supposedly more stable versions of DF: DF 40d, in which many of the presently buggy or dummied out older features, such as dungeon masters, real nobles, and even the utterly broken economy, actually "worked" (under a very loose definition of the term). So, armed with no more than a simple Dorfs-only tileset and a vague notion of what awaited me, I started it up and genned a world.
... To put it simply, my first impressions were rather underwhelming. Some of the key-bindings were different and less intuitive than DF 2010, and a number of things that I, who had only started playing not even half a year ago, took for granted were notably absent, such as 2010's considerably more in depth world-gen options, training weapons, geological diversity, and (literal) depth.
But, putting those things aside, it's still fun, and I've mostly gotten the hang of it, with the exception of one thing: the military. I can form squads, equip, and activate the soldiers, but for the life of I just can't get the bearded twits to spar.
COME ON, DAMMIT. I WANT YOU TO AT LEAST TRY TO GAIN WEAPON SKILLS IN PREPARATION FOR WHEN I TURN INVASIONS BACK ON, SO START TRAINING, YOU FUCKERS....
...
...Oh my...
Ah, please do pardon my harsh language, but I am very
pissed off by upset with those
worthless, retard undisciplined layabout recruits who don't even have the good sense and decency to train in their barracks like
good little meatshields proper soldiers.
I WANT BLOOD, AND YOU BASTARDS ARE GONNA GIVE ME SOME, EVEN IF IT HAS TO BE DELIVERED TO ME ON THE EDGE OF A GOBLIN'S SWORD. I really don't want you to get hurt, so please train yourselves
FOR THE INEVITABLE SLAUGHTER in case goblins decide to attack our fine village of Stabbedgirder.