This place is hell.
Nothing else about it, I hate this place.
I’ve decided to name myself Bluey - I was once a doctor, but now the chief medical dwarf. I decided, fuck it - I’ll take control of this clusterfuck. I took a gander and began to try to extend down the currently built docks - maybe even build a small underwater area before it unfree- IT UNFROZE.
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Time has passed. I have done little past doing some building - Extending the hallway to a staircase that will extend up and down - we will conquer the ocean. As well, we’ve got traders - I refuse to trade anything to them. Even with the others grumbling.. We’re supposed to be a fishing fort, damndest!
Sigun has begun to wander the halls as I write this - the man’s oblivious to the world. I will care for him later - the hallway extends. I plan to lay art in my plans once it is built fully.
Migrants have arrived - 21 new bodies to feed. To create the required plans.
We’ve begun to proceed with a three floor layer - a bottom floor for workshops, the middle to be a dining room, the top is the roof.
Alongside this, the expedition leader, Feb.. he’s been moving erratically. Mind seemingly lost, possessed as he walked to the Carpenter’s workshop - muttering Minkat Vutok..
We’ll get back to that.
It is now Summer.
She made a bloody bin.
Look at it. Some sort of fucking.. Bleugh. Whatever - once there’s an office I could maybe put it in it.
Everyone is depressed and miserable. I finally figured out why.
For SOME FUCKING REASON. THEY’VE BEEN TOLD TO HANG OUT IN THE FUCKING DWARF BLOOD RAIN.
I told these idiots to get inside. I’m planning on making a roof to a temporary stockpile in the dirt layer while we build - it’ll stop most folks from moving into the rain.
More migrants.
More idiots to feed.
More crying. More sobbing. More depression.
Not much else.
Theyflower has become a Baron.
They are waltzing around in a damn depressive spiral. Many are - drinks are low, food is low, morale is low..
Soon, we’ll all be out of the rain.
Expansion. The walls and roof are still being worked on, ut maybe, just maybe.. We can finish this hellhole.
It’s six months in.
Second wave of migrants. More mouths to feed.
Humans are trading.
My head is killing me, and I’m to finish what projects I can.
But as long as we keep goi..
OH COME ON.
NOPE NOPE NOPE. WALL OFF THE CAVENS.
Snow. Good.
Ice. Less good.
OPEN UP THE CAVERNS. WE NEED THE WATER.
Opened it up. No beast.
While we were all filling our lungs..
Zulban made a shirt. Neat.
Ughhh..
Fuchk what.
Fine, fine. Finishing.
More homes. Engraving slabs. Maximum is dead? Huh
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Topic: Fishheads II - overseers needed for a good blood bath (Read 6362 times)