My first exposure to dwarf fortress was in 2009, right after freshmen year of college for me. I fancied things that were niche BECAUSE they were niche, and when searching for a new game to play, I came across the boatmurdered story.
Such ridiculousness, fancy, wonder, and horror, I doubted it could truly all be in a game. I downloaded DF, was swamped by the text, and deleted it.
Years passed. In 2013, I went on a spree where i tried to find the subreddit for every single thing I was interested in. A select very few managed to capture my attention, DF being one of them.
In the meantime, my tastes were changing, as they do. The arrival of black mirror had triggered a hunger deep within me for the most bleak of all possible fictions: I have no Mouth and I must Scream, Handmaid's Tale, etc. etc.
The Dwarf Fortress community showed me, time and time again, that this game was mind-blowing. Eventually, it became the only subreddit I browsed, and eventually the only reason I even went to reddit.
I decided to brute force my way into the game. My live-in partner thinks that al video games are a waste of time, so watching let's plays to learn the ropes were out. I started a fort, and it dehydrated. The supremely detailed personalities of the dwarfs made their suffering more pleasurable to me.
Eventually, I had lost enough times to have figured out the way the game works. That was earlier this year. I stopped playing to torture my people, and started loving them. Now we strive to survive.
It is rewarding in a way that no other video game ever will be. It is beautiful. It is terrifying. It was inevitable.
Praise the crafters.