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[Eric Blank]

So I took some inspiration from a thread over on the modding board, and made blood rain that turns everything it touches into vampires. I've made a fortress to test it out, and it works perfectly. Any contact with the "blood" will instantly turn a creature into a vampire. Including wild animals, dwarves, invaders, merchants, pets. Everything, it seems. Including infants. During an attack by wild animals, an infant got blood on it, turning the child into a vampire. Still clinging to it's mother's teats after 13 months.

Fortunately, it seems vampire horses won't suck the blood out of sleeping dwarves. The wildlife might not, either, but they sure as hell still love to kill them. I'd like to test that, but i have little spare time.

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And now a recently immigrated ranger has gone crazed and is attacking our cat. This is because of a plant I modded in which when brewed into alcohol causes craziness. At least I know that one works, now. Loyalty cascade time!

[Sutremaine]

[Awesome limerick story]

Cool! Thanks for that.

[PDF urist master]

I've been musing on how my fort has so much cloth. I've never had to process plants or order any cloth from caravans for over a decade now and yet my fort still 1000 rope reed cloths and 1500 pig tail cloths. Perhaps it's because I make stuff with silk in addition to cloth but it still doesn't seem to explain the ridiculous surplus I've got.

On a more serious note, I've been running out of forgotten beast silk for a while now and it's become more scarce than astatine. efforts have been made to find more.

[Larix]

Clearly you should invest in a proper forgotten beast silk farm.

In a series of looks at very hot biomes, the world with the unreasonable temperature range scored a few winners: several lakes that killed everything that got into the water (helped quite a lot by the habit of animals to path through the boiling ocean waves) and finally an embark that boiled all booze upon embarking. The cats and dogs melted within a week. I instantly ordered everyone inside, but of course, dwarfs have a nasty habit of stepping outside whenever it's most inconvient, so two decided to go for a walk when i ordered the stairs to the outside removed. I noticed one week later (they melted pretty much on the spot). Both yaks made it to the butcher before succumbing to the heat and after a few false starts, the aquifer was found, so basic survival for a few months was possible. The remaining five dwarfs made it to the start of summer, but they were going to blow up pretty damn soon - for some reason, they all embarked wearing nothing but a cap and shoes - no shirt, no trousers. Unsurprisingly, they got super unhappy by late spring, except for two who found true love. I guess they liked what they saw.

[Cerol Lenslens]

I've been musing on how my fort has so much cloth. I've never had to process plants or order any cloth from caravans for over a decade now and yet my fort still 1000 rope reed cloths and 1500 pig tail cloths. Perhaps it's because I make stuff with silk in addition to cloth but it still doesn't seem to explain the ridiculous surplus I've got.

Sell it to the elves! Turnabout is fair play, after all. 

[Roach]

[Awesome limerick story]

Cool! Thanks for that.

No worries!

At least five dwarves exposed to necrotic FB toxins. 3 are full body one got it on both hands and the other got it on the left foot. The first full body victim died during surgery and the other two are expected to follow. Handsy survived the removal and footsy should too.

I had a Captain of the Guard survive that without too much trouble. Full body necrosis, rushed her to the hospital, had more rotten flesh than the Walking Dead series. She got her entire body excised, more or less. Doesn't appear to impair her much. She had to have her eyeball-flesh excised, but somehow she recovered from that, and her sight is only "partially impaired". The rest of her body is just eternally marked as slightly wounded, no other trouble. Even the scars disappeared: only her scars from other old wounds are left.

[TheFlame52]

I had the same happen to a few dwarves during my overseership at Demongate. However, they could not be cured because the rot got into their joints and could not be excised. The four of them lived about a month before succumbing to infection.

[Broseph Stalin]

I had a Captain of the Guard survive that without too much trouble. Full body necrosis, rushed her to the hospital, had more rotten flesh than the Walking Dead series. She got her entire body excised, more or less. Doesn't appear to impair her much. She had to have her eyeball-flesh excised, but somehow she recovered from that, and her sight is only "partially impaired". The rest of her body is just eternally marked as slightly wounded, no other trouble. Even the scars disappeared: only her scars from other old wounds are left.

Worked out as expected with both full body cases dying in surgery. Unexpectedly a combo of the survivors marauding around the fortress wreathed in miasma and the dead guys having a bunch of friends resulted in a massive tantrum spiral exacerbated by an ettin attack, a siege, and multiple FB's. 227 dwarves fell to 19 rather quickly and spectacularly.

[Cerol Lenslens]

So, I finally got my computer working again so I could resume my fort. The dragon attack, goblin siege, and serial-killing woodsman had cleared out my population pretty badly, but I figured I could rebuild...

But for some reason, my dwarves won't work. Sure, some of them are running around babbling, so that's to be expected. But why are all these guys hunting vermin? I have thousands of units of meat alone, completely unforbidden and only a few squares away! What's the problem here?

Oh. Oh. Turns out, due to the smoke from the smoldering charcoal the dragon left littering my main hall, I couldn't see that its breath left pools of magma completely blocking off the dining hall and all the food stockpiles, well access, and other niceties. That also explains why the serial-killing woodsman and his huge tally of victims never left the dining hall and adjoining rooms - they were effectively sealed in!

I've released the vampire mayor to mine a new entrance to the dining hall, since he's the only one not currently starving to death, but who knows if he'll get things fixed in time?

Edit: Aaand in the time it took me to type that, he ate two people instead of working.

[tuypo1]

nice limerick (im not going to quote it it was massive)

i was expecting

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

the bedridden dwarf

to be the hero i was quite surprised but an awesome story anyway

[PDF urist master]

My metalsmith just had a fey mood and grabbed a piece of adamantine.

Much to my chagrin, I found out a little too late that he likes maces, leaving me with a legendary weaponsmith and a legendary mace of shittiness. The fact that it's a mace feels like insult to injury as I consider it to be the least effective native weapon.

He also likes steel. why didn't he grab steel? that would at least make a mace that didn't suck.

[MrsStick]

I think that once adamantine is available, they'll only take it for a metal.

I'm at my wit's end with these atom-smashers. I smashed a pile, it was great, but the lever is being pulled and the bridge isn't moving. There's a guy who brought a barrel of liquor down there and is drinking on top of the corner of the bridge. Idiot.

[Cerol Lenslens]

My parent civ is apparently pretty blase. A particularly daring kobold managed to sneak by my defensive fortifications, (naturally) my guard dog, (wait, what?) and the few remaining dwarves to snatch one of my favorite artifacts: a gem-encrusted amulet depicting a dwarf returning as a murderous ghost. The little booger got detected by the vampire mayor, who it escaped, then ran past the guard dog and right past the now-arriving dwarven caravan. The caravan guards batted not an eyelash at a thief stealing a priceless treasure of their homelands, and continued on in.

Then the vampire mayor, who was digging out a new crypt, decided he'd worked up a thirst, and went to drink the potash maker. The outpost liason he'd been studiously ignoring has followed him into the room, and is patiently waiting for the abomination of the night to finish imbibing the lifeblood of a fifth of my fortress population so they can go over export agreements.

[Valid_Dark]

Didn't realize my parent civ was dead

Built a fort to accommodate 200 dwarves, but I only ended up with 16,  3 years in and haven't got a migration wave since first 2,

My two miners froze to death in a mining accident,  my moat froze, and I was using it as a chance to fix some issues with it, and a pocket of water washed over them and froze.

Then after that I had a little leak issue,  I already had my indoor waterfall / water supply for hospital up and running,  was digging a tunnel under my moat, and didn't realize there was a hole at the bottom of a part of the river a little deeper than the rest and it flooded my fort,   9 dwarves trapped in their room, 3 trapped in the greathall,  but I was able to rescue them and build walls to stop the flooding from destroying everything.

I just lost access to the housing complex, and the metal working area.  over 100 bars of steel, and a bunch of iron and gold, a few hundred charcoal,   I'm planning on doing a rescue mission to get it all back and reposition it.
and gonna wait until next winter and hope it all freezes over, but I'm not thinking it will,  if it does I can dig out all the ice and move it somewhere else.

Just had an invasion,  I installed a mod to make invasions more deadly / more often,  was some random 4 armed monkey race, 19 of them riding giant jaguars, but was able to stop them with just 4 warriors in full steel armor / steel spears/swords.

[Agent_Irons]

It's been a rough first winter for channeleddoctrines. A siege of dark stranglers punched through a hole in our defenses and killed two dwarves before being slowly, slowly, hacked and punched and crossbow'd to death. Halfway through a siege of beak dogs showed up, one of which was riding a war grizzly bear. The beak dogs were pretty bad, but the grizzly bear ate half my rookie, unarmored, unprepared military. It gained the high ground overlooking the fortress and it looked bad. Then it took a swipe at my hunter, quickly drafted as a crossbowdwarf. He calmly turned around and shot it in the head, killing it.

So. The Day Was Saved. But now I have to build a lot of coffins. And I'm really really short on dwarfpower.