I left for popcorn and juice and this happened because I forgot to pause. Luckily we appear to have eleven dwarves actually inside due to an erlier wave.
Anyway, back to the chaos of the Deadly Jungle.
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Well, it appears that the surface is dead to us now. Unless that cloud of mist goes away, and the undead migrants.
Meanwhile, only three dwarves are not gumming up the hospital with the injury of "My fingers are slightly larger". Great.
Well, time to meet the migrants.
Doren Waxkey the brewer.
Aban Claspvessel the farmer.
Tirist Trumpetcheese the peasant.
Amost Dukelever the carpenter.
Atis Splatterchair the mason.
Deduk,me and Reg are the only ones actually working instead of piling on the one hospital bed. Really?
Anyway, I tell the dwarves that the hospital has been disabled till they stop complaining.
They just get off the bed and cover the floor while complainining of a minor injury nonstop and spamming my announcements with canceled jobs. Apparently they are "too injured" to do anything.
Rovod Crankgear, Metalsmith is throwing a tantrum!
AHHHHGGGG STOP THIS NOW
GRRRRRRRRR
GET OFF YOUR ASSES AND WORK!
NOW!!!!!!
STOP THIS MADNESS!!!!!
"throws table across the meeting hall"
The flying -oaken table- strikes the brewer in the upper body, bruising the muscle, bruising the skin, cracking the left lower true rib and shattering the left lower true rib!
The metalsmith punches the carpenter in the left lower leg, bruising the fat!
The metalsmith attacks the carpenter but He rolls away!
The metalsmith scratches the carpenter in the head, tearing the skin!