Early Spring!
Now that I'm oversereer, I need to apparently solve problems? Shucks, there I was assuming I'd just get a bigger room and get lazy. Bummer. After only a few days, the staff of overseeing starts to not only feel heavy, but also clumsy in my hands, as if it was not only filled with responsibilities, but also with the primal concept of being a crude bed part that's not meant to be held for a week straight.
But enough with my own problems, we need to address some issues, notably the lack of food. I asked a few dudes to hunt down mountain goats, but they keep getting interrupted.
''Interrupted by what exactly?
-By mountain goats!
-...''
Anyway, we'll need more bolts. I leave a note for the manager to take care of it, but ten days later and it still hasn't been validated.
''Where the fuck is that good for nothing manager, and what is he doing?
-But Taupe II, *you* are the manager!
-Wait what, how come nobody ever told me? I assumed i was just a clerk! That's what my profession said!
-And what did you think being a clerk meant?
-...Slacking off?''
Alright, time to validate those orders. I wonder how many wood we have. Asking around, i learn that im also the bookkeeper. Interesting.
my next concern is the manpower, more precisely how every single dwarf in the fort is either slacking off (without a purple title, unacceptable), or digging... a giant cemetary. Why on earth Zenzetsuken decided to dig a graveyard bigger than the fort itself i will never know. I spend the day telling people that its okay to move a pair of shoes that's blocking coffin sites, then notice we are down to three steaks. Fuck.
...Better eat one now before they run short.
''Hey, how's the hunting going, Iton?
-Man I keep getting interrupoted by slugmen.
-well hunt those instead.
-ewww, dude, would *you* eat a slugman corpse?
-Well, no, I'm the overseer. I'd eat steak, you guys would eat the slugman.''
Note to self, we are down to one steak. See, I'm good at bookkeeping. Next step would be to locate my office.
I get lost and find an above-ground facility, and realise I should probably cancel my own work order for bolts before I accidentally find my office and validate it.
Oh no! It's too late! I accidentally did my job! Thankfully everyone is too busy digging a graveyard to make bolts, and no wood is lost.
Time to make a very... drastic decision. I tell people to stop brewing plump helmets, and to start eating them instead. We have enough booze for a while. by my calculation, based on no maths whatsoever, we should run out of alcohol only after I've stepped down from overseer duty, at which point i really cant be blamed for any past decisions.
Then all of a sudden, one of the farmers grab a workshop, and starts screaming.
''I MUST HAVE METAL BARS!
-What for.
-...LEATHER WORKING! i MUST HAVE METAL BARS!''
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HEY GUYS! Looks like im stuck in the ''bring shit to the trade depot'' screen. i can toggle everythinbg just fine, but i cant exit the menu, and the suggested shortcut ''F9'' does nothing.