My latest fort began to bug me (the architecture was off, causing endless stupid pathing problems and numerous other minor mishaps), and I decided I'd just mess around and test out death by adamantine demons. I had managed to find some, so I set my miners to do their thing. They eventually find it, and amazingly enough, a rag-tag group of miners and militiamen with picks (one of whom was a legendary bonecarver who had been drafted into the military and was a fairly skilled rewstler) actually managed to take down two frog demons with few casualties. However, they were soon overwhelmed as the now seven or eight strong band of croaking amphibious monstrosities went on their merry way, viciously slaughtering the animals that, for some reason, choked the corridors of my exploratory mining efforts.
The rest of the fort is recruited in a last-stand military engagement. Most are slaughtered offhand by a large group of demons, but a few brave souls make a last stand. My legendary woodcutter / axedwarf (who singlehandedly deforested the entirety of the medium-sized area) severely wounded one before getting his axe-hand broken, and then threw himself into its gut, rewarding himself with vomit and a swift death. My mechanist, unarmed and unarmored, decided to grab a shield another dwarf had dropped. Something ripped off his hand as he dove for it, and he was summarily slaughtered.
Anyway, after quite a bit of mayhem, I'm left with a wounded military dwarf with a severe head injury who somehow drug himself to his private room to rest up, and the captain of the guard who had gone to sleep in his own quarters sometime during my organization of the defenses. The captain woke up, miserable as all his friends and his lover had been slaughtered, and I realize I hadn't even had him activated into the military. He decides to go to the now-empty adamantine mines and continue the mining I had forgotten to de-designate, and suddenly starts throwing a tantrum and decided to go have a bite to eat. As he returns to the frog demon laden larder and his certain doom, I get a message.
'(dwarven name I don't remember) has been elected Mayor!'
Apparently, the sole remaining retard dwarf saw fit to elect the tantruming, miserable captain of the guard as mayor, mere seconds before his brutal death. For such an unprepared fort the whole spectacle was really rather epic. I expected utterly whole-sale slaughter by a spirit of fire or something.