So, I just started a new game...
Maybe fifteen minutes in, still tunneling out the initial tunnel to the river, when I see the following:
"Rogthirkuk cancels eat: interupted by racoon."
Hmm. Annoying racoons. I ignore it and go back to business.
"Foegirbag cancels drink: interupted by racoons."
At this point I start wondering what kind of racoon this is. I mean...why exactly do dwarves stop drinking because there's a racoon half a map away? Is it an undead racoon? Then, over the next minute my screen erupted with dozen interupts, as three racoons descend on my camp, and the dwarves panic. Everyone stops what they're doing to run around in terrified little circles.
This, of course, amuses the racoons to no end, and they give up on the food they came for to chase the dwarves around for a good laugh.
"Gebugbuh cancels tunnel: interupted by racoon"
"Foegirbag cancels gather wood: interupted by racoon"
"Hebeyuk cancels pregnancy: interupted by racoon"
"Foegirbag cancels the cancellation process: interuped by racoon"
Pages and pages of cancellations. Ordinarily when a racoon whows up I just ignore him and the cancellations, he steals some food or a silk handbag or something, and he's on his way. Not this time. Minutes and minutes of racoon interuptions. Eventually they did lose interest in in dwarves and made for the food. And, how ravenous they were! Not one piece of food stolen...not even one piece of food stolen each, but over the next three or four minutes, TEN PIECES of food were stolen! I really don't know what happened. Whether it was three racoons each coming back for several trips, or whether they were going home and telling their buddies to come play, but I never saw more than three at a time. By the tenth piece of food stolen, though, I was starting to realize that the racoons weren't merely a nuisance.
They were evil.
So, I rallied my forces for our final stand near the furniture stockpile...and, what a glorious battle it was! How proud I was of my dwarves as they courageously held their formation despite only outnumbering the viscious racoons a little over two to one.
Indeed, it was a proud day for dwarves everywhere, and not a single racoon was left standing. Ever shall we remember the Battle of the Furniture Stockpile, the dread day that the Evil Racoons of Death were finally laid to rest.
Bucket Man
[ March 07, 2007: Message edited by: LordBucket ]
[ March 07, 2007: Message edited by: LordBucket ]