Logbook, 5th of Hematite, 1051:
It occurred to me to take a logbook of the events of our fortress, The Breakfast of Champions. I, the broker Paul McCartney, came here with six other dwarves. We spoke some on the way here, and I am friends with all of them but the head miner, Dwarmin [Taken from actual game data! Gotta love that relationship list].
We, The Beetles, departed from our empire, The Warm Construct, on our journey for wealth and fame late in the year of 1050, arriving in the early spring of 1051. We dug in near a magma vent (too close, in my opinion, but Dwarmin insisted that if we wanted our forges up and running early then we'd have to dig this close. He's incredibly cautious, though, so I trust him).
Immediately south of us is the magma vent, silently steaming forebodingly. Further south, a small river filled with fish. I fear having to bridge this river, as it is said that the fish have the strength of elephants and the ferocity of the goblins.
Recently our record keeper, Door, called me and told me that all great fortresses keep logs of their events from the very beginning. I thought that was a good idea and immediately set to it.
We have found nothing of importance so far except a vein of native copper. We brought sphalerite to be melted into zinc, and these combined will create brass, which sells for a decent amount. Biggs is our second miner and our metal crafter. He's already told me that he looks forward to working in the forges.
Our sock-maker, (as we call him sometimes) Delaar, has done nothing yet but make fine socks and complain of our lack of fashion. We plan to trade a dozen or so socks for an anvil. If we succeed in that, it will make for a fine laugh over a keg of ale later.
--Paul McCartney
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