Took me a while to get the bearings on the fortress because the layout is quite a lot different from my usual fortresses, but that makes it interesting.
Here goes.
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Personal Journal
1st Granite, 1053, Early Spring
Oh hell, I really did it this time! As if it's not bad enough that I'm stuck in this hellish corner of the earth, I just had to open that big mouth of mine!
Apparently someone overheard me when, just a few days ago, I had been complaining about Axefather and it's leadership over a few drinks. Well, more then just a few drinks to tell the truth, but what else is new? Anyway, it was about time to appoint a new leader and some higer-up with a massive log up his arse basically said "Let's see you do it then." My reply was said to be some insult-laden form of "Fine, maybe I will!", but the details have been drowned in alcohol so I don't really remember that. The result is that I, Aargh, am now expected to lead Axefather for a full year.
What the bloody hell do I know about managing a fortress! Tell me to dig a tunnel or to mine an ore vein and I'll happily get to it, but the only thing I've ever been in charge of was my trusty pick! Hell, pour a few barrels of alcohol down my throat and I'm not even in control of my own mouth anymore!
But I guess it's no use crying over spilt ale. Well, maybe a little crying is to be expected, but only manly, Dwarven tears! And no weep like an Elf, either! I'll cry with my pick one hand, carving into the mountain, and a (new) mug of ale in the other! Eh. What I'm trying to say is that I'll just try to rule Axefather the best I can.
After all, what could possibly go wrong in one year?