Nice mountain fort trib. Wish I could find a nice steep mountain like that to build in.
Those are certainly interesting bugs pikachu. I don't really know how to use the bug tracker either but they certainly sound like the sort of bugs most people would't have discovered easily.
I just thought I'd post about quite an interesting story from my fort I only found out was interesting after checking dwarf descriptions and reports after the fact.
So,
I met my first were creature, a were gila monster, one of a new wave of migrants actually transformed on his way to my meeting hall. I only realised what was going on after a child and another dwarf got attacked by him. Wasn't certain how were curses worked so after a brief trip to the hospital, and trouble getting the child to stop playing, I got them both walled off in a secure pit.
When the next full moon came they both turned and the child actually killed the adult dwarf. I didn't think much about this and also forgot about burying the adult's remains. I only noticed this when I realised the child had a bad thought from watching a relative decay. So I checked, turns out it was his mother, that he had killed in a were-induced frenzy. I also thought I recognised the name of his father, I checked on the corpse of the first were beast (which I had also not thought to bury), turns out that was his father.
So father attacks mother and child, infects them, get's killed. Mother and child turn, child kills mother and is left to watch her corpse decay in front of him and now has to be segregated from the rest of the fort for his childhood onwards.
This has to be one of the most tragic orphan stories ever. I certainly don't have the heart to kill him now, but he seems bizarrely happy just playing make beleive in a small dirt pit between montly transformations. I will definitely be setting up some caged goblins to be released each full moon to keep him entertained.
Were monsters need enrichment, I am a responsibly crypto-zoologist.
I'm sure he isn't really fine just playing make believe month on month, it must be some kind of post-stress coping mechanism. I feel kind of bad that he is stuck in a pit with a viewing gallery for the other dwarves to mawkishly gape at him.
Anyone want to give me any other ideas on how I can at least make this poor orphan's life of isolation somewhat fulfilling? I must admit he is turning out to be a surprisinly handy 'full moon clock'.