After weeks of living in fear, the forumites of Necrothreat have turned to me for leadership. We will not spend our last days hiding behind our walls starving to death, nor will we be forced to live a miserable life in the caverns. The entire fort will stand together as one, and face the threadnecromancer menace.
One of the children is sent to unseal the caverns, freeing the vampire MastahcheeseIV.
He is welcomed back into the fort and made a squad captain. Every forumite over the age of 12 joins a squad, and is given whatever equipment is available. Everyone except Mistem the werecapybara, who is locked away in a tiny unreachable cell.
I order the gate opened, PULL THE LEVER! No one pulls the lever. I order the wall deconstructed, but no one is willing. Just then, a group of migrants arrives at the gate. I yell to them "You with the pick, you're the captain, now go kill that necromancer." Tosid, the dwarf with the pick chases the necromancer , but the necromancer puts up a fight and pushes him into a zombie troll. He is torn apart and broken. The rest of the new migrants are killed by the zombie horde also.
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Rith idenzanos the admin demands an amulet. This is not the time Rith!
It has been 2 weeks since I ordered the gate opened, and the wall deconstructed, but still nothing has happened. This fort is too broken to function, the entire fort has fallen into a melancholy. I order the aquifer mined into, but that doesn't happen either. Fine! We will just wait here until everyone dies of thirst. It is already happening.
Fath the head watches with empty eye sockets. It watches the last of the fort whither away, hopeless and lost. Sometimes, a forumite will get the idea to open the gate, but when they see the head they lose all hope again.
Tun the glassmaker has entered a strange mood, a maccabre mood. Apearantly we don't have what he wants, because she just stands around doing nothing. Dissapointing.
The last child died today. There are 26 of us left. A group of thread zombies arrived today, and they are quickly assimilated to the zombie horde. The bodies are starting to stink.
Melbil the presser goes berserk, but is quickly struck down. (I can't find the report because the reports are flooded with hundreds of zombies fighting themselves).
BFEL bursts into my room and yells "GIANT CAVE SPIDER! It got Mastahcheese and Esther1!" The entire fort is rallied into a mob, and goes to avenge our friends. BFEL is the third and last to die, before the hall is blocked by webs. More of our fort lost.
That spider will die. somehow.