Well, I'll try to write something. please wait.
edit:here goes.
It was a lonely evening, birds nesting in charred trees by a still lukewarm brook. The entrance halls of Boarpaints lay desolate, emitting small streams of smoke. Inside, a charred corpse with a glittering crown lay in a channel, among many others. Inside, two lonely dwarves milled about, trying to survive. The great magma flood that saved them ut them in this desolate, charred state.
Seeing how easily foes could enter the halls, work resumed on an old moat project. However, it was a unfavourable project from the start.
Then, peace was shattered by crude drums. Goblins! Seeing the moat empty, the enemy charged. Temporary doors in the entrance were battered down by a horde of trolls. The dwarves fled betond the river, barricading thetwo bridges. They had a few days' time untill the trolls finished smashingthrough the bedrooms and tombs.
The decision was clear: FUCKUNICORNS had to be used again. The lever was pulled. Magma spewed forth along the main channel, finally melting the glittering crown, sweeping the corpses blazing into the siege. The outside was scorched. However, goblins inside remained untouched. Clearly, there was a problem.
It appeared a fungal growth sprouted in the fertile ash, blocking off a small, but important passage. A miner had to go in and dig around it to save the fortress, but it was highly unsafe. Straws were drawn, and poor NCommander went to do the job. Just before carving out the final wall, he felt a familliar loop. (I messed up so badly with designations I could've broken the fort, so I reversed that final designation. I didn't want boarpaint to die unreclaimable) The wall sifted, and the pickaxe struck. With agility, NCommander leapt aside, and the blood of the mountain incinerated the vile forces of darkness.
After a period of reasonable peace, the moat was finally filled with water. However, when water had to be drained for maintanance, it didn't drain. An improperly mounted floodgate permanently breached the cave river. this had to be remedied. A large, unsafe area was mined out and supported by a rickety pillar, right above the canal. It was nearly ready, when the call of the cave swallow sounded through the fortress. Spring had arrived.
Right. Our only line of defense right now is the broken moat, which we can't drain, so we can't even leave the fortress. A cave-in is being prepared to collapse the channel. Bridges need to be hooked up. The magma machine should incinerate anyone who is not across the cave river. Good luck to the next overseer! We got no migrants. Population:2