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[Zuglarkun]

Actually, I would prefer to play in the old version, I just tested the save to see what the problem was. alexs2112, is it possible to reupload the save file, and perhaps check if its on the 40.24? Thanks

[alexs2112]

Here's the save again for Fortress 2

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http://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=11972

If it was my fault somehow that the version changed I'm sorry but I'm not sure what happened.

[Zuglarkun]

I don't mean to be rude... but...

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Asked for save in version 40.24. Receives save in version 42.04.
/facepalm

Would still prefer the old version, but I guess if the save was already ported over, I'll have no choice other than to use the new save in 42.06 then.

[alexs2112]

Sorry dude, I don't know how to change the version.

[Zuglarkun]

No harm done alexs2112 Well good thing is this will differentiate us further from the alternate timeline.

Warp sequence engaged!

[Zuglarkun]

I've started on the turn but I am midway through summer at the moment, since I don't have much time to play DF the past few weeks. If the next person in line wishes to take their turn, I can post the save where I last left off.

[Daniel the Finlander]

I'm going to skip Tatjam's turn if they don't reply to my PM or post an update until next Saturday.

Just keep playing, Zuglarkun, it's not like we're in a hurry.

[Daniel the Finlander]

Let's pretend that today is Saturday and skip Tatjam's turn. It's now Paddywagon Man's turn to be the Overseer of Fortress 1.

[Paddywagon Man]

It all started during a drunken stupor in the Mountainhomes, as all things dwarven do. I'd been hobnobbing with the Grand Marshal, eyeing one of those cushy desk jobs the nobles get, when the conversation turned to the topic of colonies. Colony defence, to be precise.

Turns out we've been losing fortresses at an aboslutely shameful rate - seems like all it takes for a colony to fall these days is a blob of old snow or farts or something with a long-ass name to pop up through the caverns and rout the booze-addled morons that made the fortress their home. As the Marshal complained, I in my drunkenness made the mistake of bringing up a promotion.

So now I'm being sent to one of our far-flung fortresses - Buttclench or some such - as "Military Inspector". I have no idea what to expect, but the stories I hear about fortresses have me pissing in my boots. You see, I may have exaggerated my military accomplishments in my resumè - I haven't the foggiest idea of how to train a militia, wouldn't know a forgotten beast from a Kakapo, and I sure as Hell aren't cut out for life in a fortress.

But it's too late, the wagon's pulling in, and I can smell the place already. I hope that when I release this diary, I'll be sipping sunshine on a pig iron throne in my cozy Mountainhome lounge, but Armok is a cruel god. I feel this fortress will be my grave.

End first page, Diary of "Paddywagon" Stinthademal, Military Inspector of Workclench

[Zuglarkun]

I do apologize for taking the save hostage and disappearing for months at a time without explanation. I feel really bad about it, but I've been working at my new job and I haven't had time for much of anything, let alone playing DF and posting on the forums. The only thing i can do to make up for it is to finish what I signed up for. So here is the save.

I have the write up mostly fleshed out and ready to go along with pictures, so expect them to be up within the next few days.

[Daniel the Finlander]

Ah, thank you for finishing your turn. I was already thinking about skipping it.

It's now Nep Nep's turn to run Fortress 2.

[eerr]

Looks like you need players.
Sign me up for a turn!

And please, list the version number for me. I don't mind going back a bit but none of you are 43.03 I am quite sure.

[Daniel the Finlander]

Added you to the turn list for Fortress 2.

You're right, we're playing on 42.06.

[Zuglarkun]

Warning! Image Heavy!

Spoiler: Fortress 2, Spring 133 (click to show/hide)

Overseer Log of Zon the Captain of the Guard

1st Granite 133
If its one thing I've learnt over the years, its that things don't always go according to plan. With the departure of Alexs2112, I've been temporarily installed as the overseer until we can find someone with their wits about them. I find this particular notion-

-as laughable as the jokes Cilob tells to stave off the insanity. Which is too say I find this whole situation so preposterous I don't know if I should laugh or cry.

You see... by the bookeepers tally, there are 926 dead and/or missing. We have a population of 71, of which a third are barely holding on to their sanity. The other third are bona fide crazy and the final third segment of the populace are too busy throwing tantrums to be crazy. I suppose everyone's got a calling in life, and my calling is beating up the soon to be crazy people so they actually don't go crazy. Well it hasn't worked thus far, so I doubt I will be relinquishing this overseer position anytime soon. Well someone has got to run this madhouse, might as well be the man with the adamantine axe.

I've given little thought over the years on how to better our position, I'm just a simple hammerer that kept at being level headed while the minds of everyone else flew the coop. But I know that something has to be done, and soon too, otherwise there will be little of Workclench left to speak of.


Rith thinks that I am doing a bang up job thus far, but all I'm doing is punishing the crazies and at the rate we are killing off the crazies, there won't be enough dwarfs left to run this asylum. With each passing day, I feel more and more like my hands are tied and I don't know what can be done to salvage this madhouse of a fortress. As ever, I eye the molten depths and listen. I can feel their palpable malice lingering in the heated air, they're awaiting their release, but as long as the lever is hidden beneath the walls...


10th Granite 133
Id Rovodmeng took a tour around the pyramid and noted that it bears the favor of the Dwarven Gods.

He insisted calling it a pilgrimage site and said he will spread the word once he returns to the mountainhomes. He blessed the site as "The Iron of Depth", and as soon as word got out around the fortress, our citizens started praying and worshiping as if they suddenly found their faith and were repressed from expressing it overlong.



I don't think it is a good idea to pray at a site with motifs of demons and their ilk decorating the floors but who am I to judge?


I took a long last look as Ducim Gusildeg was put to rest in the ever-growing row of coffins lining the mausoleum. I've had quite enough of corpses. There are corpses littered out on the surface; corpses in the moat, corpses in the stockpiles, corpses in the tunnels, corpses under your bed, corpses in your drink, corpses in your beard, corpses in your corpses... I could keep going with this; the point being that the only thing we have in more abundance than crazy dwaves (that will soon be corpses if we are honest about it) are corpses.

As I headed back to the stockpiles to get a drink, I received report that someone or has sabotaged our defences!

Upon further inspection, I noticed that one of the cage traps has been emptied and its occupant; a Giant cave spider, has been released out into the open!





Ah, that will teach that gremlin to go poking its fingers around dwarven property. Alas, a giant cave spider is precious quarry and can be put to good use in the hands of a capable dwarf. Unfortunately, no such dwarf exists at the moment, so I let the matter slide.

Before he left, Id Rovodmeng the outpost liaison harried me to get the mayor to get something done about the lack of trade facilities. As I went to relay this request, Inod came up to me screaming and wailing, complaining about the lack of anyone to complain to about the state of things here in Workclench.

Turns out the mayor has been so busy trying to placate the spreading madness that he has grown quite half mad himself I reckon. As always, it falls to good ol' Zon to clear this mess up. I set the masons to work making a trade depot.


20th Granite 133

Reports have come in that our dralthas have all been starved to death. Well good riddance. Also, this place is infested with crundles! Just where are they emerging from I wonder? Several dwarves are praying intently to Legon Wheelbridge, patron deity to travellers in hopes of receiving his favor and getting some fresh dwarf blood to salvage the situation. We haven't received any migrants in this death trap in ages, so I wouldn't hold my breath on that.



Like who would want to travel here with all these corpses as decoration?


27th Granite 133
The Trade depot was rebuilt. Outside. Out of sight of our corpse ridden moat. Wouldn't want to scare the traders away. Just in case, I built walls around the bridge over the inner moat.


4th Slate 133

Catten Edemdesis Animal Trainer has gone stark raving mad! Ho hum. Another day in Workclench. Saves me the trouble of beating him up really.

Fortunately, some migrants have arrived, clambering over fields of grass to our southwest despite the danger. Thank Armok! We may yet be saved! Also, I can finally offload this entire overseer business on some unsuspecting and gullible fellow!

I glanced over the list to find a suitable scapegoat candidate.
Tulon Mebzuthenseb, Bowyer
Etur Avuznazom, Farmer
Zuglarkun Idunal, Peasant
Mafol Hameshimmered, Planter
Ushat Oslanuz, Gelder
Rith Dumatumer, Peasant
Tun Ducimkastar, Peasant
Lor Astelakrul, Potter
Vutok Lesastkel, Thresher
Lorbam Oddomigath, Peasant

I had to find some gullible dwarf to take over this position. I tried to get Tulon who was heading the party to take the position, alas.


Ah! Here is a young and impressionable dwarf that fits that description well, this peasant named Zuglarkun Idunal that is scarcely a full fledged adult. I rushed out with the purple overseers cap in my hand and donned it on the poor fellas head. The poor deluded fool believed my lie that it was some sort of dwarf tradition to have an overseer be selected from the first new batch of migrants that arrived that year. Hah! That was easy! Well I got wash my hands of this business once and for all!

Overseer Log of Zuglarkun

As recently appointed overseer of Workclench, I got to my duties immediately and earnestly. I admit to not being a particularly skilled worker, but I am eager to learn. How difficult could it be?


8th Slate 133


Meng has been on edge lately, i recommended flipping tables as a form of therapy. Well he took to toppling statues instead. Whatever works for you Meng!


Alexs2112 the former overseer isn't doing too well either, though I've heard rumors that this was all an act to get out of overseeing the fortress. Now why would someone pass up on such a good opportunity to seize power?


Well in all honesty, nobody is doing well at all except for the 10 of us newly arrived migrants. I wonder why is everyone so gloomy?


18th Slate


You know, I agree with you Tun.




That's why I have decided to become an armorer.


22nd Slate


Iton has been found dead. I don't know why this has happened, but judging by the corpse it didn't look like Iton was too well off either when he was alive. Also, Iton wasn't the only dead dwarf that was found...


The dwarfs are suddenly dropping like flies. Speaking of flies, I just noticed the smiley face cave that is carved into the southwest side of the fields. A horrible stench emanates from the place, I can literally see the lazy yellow haze drifting uo from the cracks in the ground, and masses of flies are swarming around it. How did I not notice this when I arrived? Well now that I've been properly acquainted with the corpses littered all over the place which I just noticed (wow there are corpses in the moat too), I ask myself, just what have I got myself into?

Well I ordered the corpses we could find out in the open to be incinerated.


While hauling the corpses off for incineration, Kivish here got acquainted to magma mist in an unfortunate dumping incident. Suffice to say, that relationship did not work out too well.


24th Felsite
Minkot Ustuththestar, Mayor has mandated the construction of a hive.

Summer has arrived!

EDITED: Realized some of the stuff that went on in summer got brought forward to this update, so I put it where its supposed to be.

[Daniel the Finlander]

Nice report! I'll definitely add a quote to the list.

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Good to see that Fortress 2 is still a lovely place.