Year 45. Population 148. Our 12th forgotten beast visitor was a giant humanoid made of salt. It had a scary face but literally nothing else going for it ... except the fact that I left the drawbridge down after the last forgotten beast stopped by. My paranoia came through - the route into my fortress is long enough that I was able to get dwarves onto levers in time - and additionally it was made of salt with no special attacks at all, so one of the watch buzzards probably could have killed it. We're going to be more diligent about the drawbridges, because the next visitor from the depths might actually be dangerous.
A bronze colossus decided to help me fill out my semi- and megabeast collection. I believe the only thing missing from the zoo is a dragon. We have enough minotaurs that I'm thinking about trying to breed them, except that I can't think of what I'd do with more minotaurs.
I'm starting to worry about my XbagsX. What's going to happen in another couple of decades when they rot away entirely? Is my seed collection in danger? It's a ways down the line but I'm a worrier.
Your fort sounds just like Bastiongate, but with fewer dwarves and more FPS. What have you accomplished?
A few comments:
1. Only 12 FBs in 45 years!?! I've had hundreds in the same amount of time! How big is your world?
2. Go ahead and try breeding those minotaurs, I'd like to see what happens. I've got some ettins and giants I can breed and I want to see if it works before I try it.
3. Relax, the seeds will just get dumped out on the ground (or in the barrel) and your dwarves will stick them in a new bag.
An especially nasty Forgotten Beast syndrome has rendered mason Dakost Clamtome permanently unconscious. He just managed to crawl into a hospital bed before the syndrome took hold fully and has since remained there, relying on the compassion of his fellow dwarves to keep him fed and watered. He is constantly sleeping but always sleep-deprived, guilty from his bed rest but unable to rise up and permanently vengeful towards Lotheye Fatalumbral, an enormous one-eyed warbler (hur hur hur... sorry!) who was responsible of his ailment. All this emotional turmoil has caused him to be stricken by melancholy, even when his recorded stress stat is nowhere near dangerous levels.
He has been like this for several months now. I can only imagine the the hell he's going through. Should I let him out of his misery?
He went melancholy because of sleep deprivation. It causes madness, though this isn't well known because there are only a few situations in which it can happen. How are you planning to put him out of his misery? You can't just have the military kill him in his bed.
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