Musings of a Stray Dog
Hello! What’s your name!? You can call me whatever you want, although most people seem to call me “Hey you!” or “Stupid animal!” I think they like me. You can call me that. Or, if you want, I’m trying to get the others to call me “Who are you? I can’t see!” because the dwarves say that a lot, so if that’s my name then I know they are always calling for me.
I was born and raised here, in Immortalitytowers. It’s a super fun place to be. One time, a few years ago, there was this giant dwarf, and he went “Raaawr!” and all the other dwarves went “Ah! Help! He’s killing me! Aaaaaaaaah!” and after that day, we never ran out of fresh bones to chew on.
This is only half the coffins.
I spend most of my time in the dining hall. It is fun. There is a big dwarf in a cage that we can play with. The big dwarf is smaller than the giant dwarf but bigger than the other dwarves. That is why I call him the big dwarf. I eat food from some of the dwarves but not all.
There are two types of dwarves: The red dwarves and the umber dwarves. The umber dwarves walk around. Sometimes they feed me, sometimes they ignore me. They also like to pet me. I like those dwarves. The red dwarves are not as nice. They seem to crawl around or move very slowly. They also don’t like to touch things or dogs. One time I was walking around and a red dwarf kicked me, like it couldn’t see where it was going! I don’t like the red dwarves very much.
Today, someone announced that some thieves stole something from the fortress. I hope they don’t mean me. I hope they didn’t mean me. I accidently ate some food that a cat found. That rat was very delicious. But the cat probably reported me to the dwarves. Most likely a red dwarf. Those guys are mean. I must investigate the cats. They probably have a secret system to report to the dwarves.
Today a dwarf who was running around stopped running and started working. I wonder what the running dwarf is going to make.
More dwarves are talking about the thieves. I didn’t even eat anything today! Clearly the cats have a conspiracy going on against the dwarves, spreading lies about us dogs so the dwarves won’t like us.
The running dwarf finished working and now he showed everyone the object he was working on after running around. I don’t know what it is, but I like the running dwarf.
A lot of little dwarves have been appearing around the fortress. I am not allowed to play with the little dwarves. Both the red and the umber dwarves hold the little dwarves too high for me to reach. When I tried to jump up to catch the little dwarf, the other dwarves yelled at me. I don’t like the little dwarves. I counted, and there are between 53 and 127 dwarves living in the fortress. I am not very good at counting.
All the dwarves seemed upset today. They walked around slowly and yelled a lot. Even the umber dwarves were acting like red dwarves. I believe the cat’s secret society has allowed them to control all the dwarves. I told this to the other dogs, but they just looked at me funny then walked away. I guess I must fight the cats myself.
The big dwarf in the dining hall got out today. The dwarves with the pointy sticks hit them with their pointy sticks. Soon the big dwarf was lying on the ground. One of the dwarves was crying. Her foot was red, like a red dwarf, but the rest of her body looked like an umber dwarf. The rest of the dwarves took her to the hospital. She was carrying a little dwarf with her, but dropped the little dwarf when the big dwarf hit her foot. The little dwarf crawled on the ground before starting to yell. I really don’t like little dwarves.
A dwarf yelled “Infernal dust!” and all the dwarves started to hide. I wonder why. I haven’t been outside enough to know what dust is or why it’s scary. Maybe if I’m lucky I can learn more about it. It seems like a cat conspiracy though.
The dwarves with the pointy sticks stopped training together. Now there are three groups of the dwarves with the pointy sticks. I can’t keep track of them all, so I gave each group of the dwarves with the pointy sticks nicknames to make it easier for me to remember.
Spring is over now. All the dwarves except for the little dwarves now have their own bedroom now. The little dwarves sleep with the other dwarves, though so they don’t need their own bedroom. Also, one dwarf started yelling that his name was Megahelmet. I like Megahelmet. I can picture the two of us together, Megahelmet and Who Are You I Can’t See, working to together to fight the cat conspiracy.
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So after spending about thirty minutes trying to decide how to write my character (the original TheCheeseMaker, who I was going to make a prophet to Armok, had a bad case of being torn in half), I decided to say screw it, and wrote the entry from the perspective of a dog. I’m not entirely sure if I made it clear, but the red dwarves are the ones covered in blisters. Also, I forgot to turn my population cap back up, so no migrants this season. That should be fixed for the summer.
Also, as a side note, I'm going in for surgery tomorrow. It's fairly minor, so I won't be put out of commission for too long, but I probably won't be in the mood to play Dwarf Fortress for at least a couple of days. I will still be able to finish my turn, it just might take a little longer.
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Topic: Immortalitytower; We Live, We Die, We Live Again. (Read 89944 times)