Deus' Journal, 1st of Granite 261.
It seemed like none of the inmates were willing to take command of this place, so I've agreed to take the helm until someone better can be found. I'd prefer to stay working with the militia, but this way we can avoid having maniacs like Quasar in charge. And at least I can take my squad off corpse hauling duty and get them back to training without any more interference. It's one thing to help out cleaning up the fortress, but if they get careless and the violent types start getting ideas, there could be a bloodbath. Or goblins could invade, I guess, but I can't see them doing any more damage than our local loons. If I could just do something about the fever that's plaguing me, I'd probably be able to handle this place better.
10th
We seem to have accumulated a ludicrous amount of waste material around this place. I'm getting the smelters to melt down all the spare bolts and armour that we've gotten from would-be invaders, and any worn out clothes and corpses are getting thrown into magma. I imagine it's going to take some time to all get sorted out, but afterwards Icehold should be... well, I doubt it's ever going to be presentable, but it'll be nice to get rid of the stench of goblin innards.
25th
The scouts in the cave are reporting some kind of giant spider. I was hoping that it was a GSC and we'd be able to start up some kind of export business, but apparently it's even bigger than one of those. What's left of the militia is being mobilised. Hopefully no one that isn't a maniac will be dead when I write again.