I guess conscription is fine. My main concern was that my dwarf would still be alive by my turn, but I guess that's not
completely necessary. I can accommodate it. Go ahead and draft 'im.
Journal of ImagoDeo1st of Granite, 202You know, I
really don't blame Mr Frog for everything that's happened. He was pretty much forced into this from what I hear, and he never intended any harm to anyone. I don't know if I even believe the rumors about Rakust's death. He just has such a good heart - I know, because I saw it in his eyes, despite the fact that he wouldn't make eye contact more than one tenth of the time. That was when he asked me to make some crossbows.
They're rather easy to make, fortunately. I was never that fond of ranged combat, myself - better to put a spear straight through the enemy's teeth. Something about the crunching of the skull and the gurgling sound they make when their brains slide slowly down their throats...
Ah, but that's goblins. Maybe crossbows will be better for fighting mutants... and... other things.
I've been too busy to talk to anyone in the fort about the new year. A few days ago I heard that Splint was eyeing the position of overseer; he's a military dwarf like myself, so I'd be happy to see him take the spot. Efficiency and solidarity - that's what the military is all about. No mucking around. No mistakes. No half measures.
3rd Granite, 202Splint has officially claimed the post of overseer. He said something about sticky notes and added a curse that I won't repeat here, in case any of my potential progeny ever read these journals. Honestly, that was the one thing I disliked about the military: consistent swearing. It's hardly ever necessary to get a point across. And with goblins, spears do that much better. (Ha ha.)
In any case, Splint's been asking me about my history in The War of Beasts. I told him the truth: that I was one of the 1500 who charged the ramparts at The Earthen Swamps in the late winter of 198, and that I was one of the 500 who survived; that I put my spear through sixty-nine of the green-skinned wretches, and that I would again take up a spear if he needed me. He told me that I would most certainly be needed, and that this time no holy crusade against goblin torture would send two-thirds of my comrades to their deaths - instead I would defend myself and my home against mutants and worse.
I requested a month to allow my wife, pisskop, to get used to the thought of having her husband in the military again, and he granted my request. In the meantime I have no doubt I'll stay in shape; there are still a lot of boulders littering the halls that need moving.
Oh, I also saw Mr Frog today in the forge area. He was sitting in the corner staring at the wall. I decided not to bother him. He was never really cut out for leadership.
Yes, I did download the save and crack open legends. And yes, pisskop is a female dwarf married to my male dwarf. We've been married since 190, right after my dwarf came of age. (I'm now 24. Got sixty-nine goblin kills when I was 21. F#$@ yeah.)