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19th Limestone, 202
All hail Kind Lorbam Likothed, wise and gran magistrate of Zimdomas, the crested Guilds; In thy name I, chosen by his magnificend delight Lorbam the great himself had been sent to the outpost, merely known as „Dunesplattered“ to act - no, no false shame – to to fullfill thy superb orders and wishes of our glorious leader Lorbam Likothed!
My throat might be dry;
my skin might flake from my flesh;
But the honor to operate in Armok´s chosen one smoothes my pain.
Yesterday they told me we were close to „Dunesplattered“; might I today spot a glimse of what is awaiting me? Incompetence if I judge about the behaviour and organisation of my companions! If it weren´t for the lesser peasents children, we would have arrived several weeks ago! Drinking from our rare support of booze, resting in the dune´s shadows, alike they are not used to real work .. they are no good. Ah, I almost squee in excitement, will they find no place to rest under my regent. I have made plans to transver them immediatly back to the mountainhomes after my arrival. It does not matter to me if they die of thirst. Filthy and worthless, such dwarfs – oh how it shudders my very core to call those beings dwarfs – will not be needed. By thy name of our beloved leader, discpline are to become Dunesplattereds new characteristica! How many lesser dwarfs will succumb to their exhastion is only of little interest to me. I shall..
What was that? Movement, sudden excitement raises quickly...
20th Limestone, 202
As I looked outside the window of my carriage – yesterday, after hearing several thirsty mouths getting excitlingly screaming that they arrived their destiny – I was hoping to see some sort of glorious fortress build for eternity but for nought; a hole in the desert with a small hut above ground is everything to be seen. I´m dissappointed to say the least. Now, secluted from those incompetent morons that inhabit this hole a first glimse of doubt awakes inside me; frustration and rage towards the king i praised! He´s trying to get rid of me, fearing that I, Liwjatan could seize his power due to my superior intelect! Oh how he shall rue, rue to have sent me to this hole. Rue I say!
But wait!
A jester, a fool I must call myself; such thoughts of rebellion are foolish endeavour. He did not send me to distract me, to tangle my senses and to keep me away from his court. No, far from it. How could I imagine such pointless charge? There´s only one way to explain why I am here, that is; only I could be trusted with this important task to lead this ..this.. hole in the ground to glory and weatlh!
25th Limestone, 202
Checking through my predeccesor´s notes I came to a shocking conclusion; among the filth that abuses necessary space in this hole there´s no miner. None. By definition. Not a single one.
How they digg out this hole is beyond me; it was probably already carved by natural events before anydwarf claimed this place as their´s. Or is that the sore reason the fortress was created? Due to a hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere? Perhaps the founders of „Dunesplattered“ are escaped convicts. I´ll make sure to stay away from those lunatics...
I´m gonna order the next dwarf that bypasses me to dig out two storage-areas, even if he has to do it with his bare hands!
26th Limestone, 202
Kobolds!
Where´s the military to protect me?
Oh wait.
We don´t have any.
Nor any other defenses to speak of. No moat, no wall, or traps. Those that were installed quite some time ago look alike they won´t work in the moment they are needed.
What were those former rulers thinking? A fortress´s greatest representant is their army. No wonder the king sent me; the current situation is most desperate. Literaly from dust I have to raise a powerful army that can match any enemy.
As I order some peasants to go out and hunt them down a goblin pops up out of nowhere. I´ve been here for 6 days and we´ve been under attack twice. A great start I admit. Perhaps now the rest will understand why discipline is so important. But then again they´re bussy partying.
28th Limestone, 202
I´ve been informed that one of the planters refused to plant seeds; appearantly, halfway through embeding the hatchling into the soil, he sprung up, screamed something about needing a wooden log and headed deeper into the fortress. Is it too late to abadon this mess and head back to the mountainhomes?
1st Sandstone, 202
After causing so much trouble, mentioned dwarf, you know that moody one emerged from his workshop with this in his hand:
A puzzlebox.
I told him to get back to the fields and plant some crops.
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God damn ... it took effin forever yet finaly I emerge victorious! Victorious, indeed, I´ve defeated the monsters, who were inheritated by my nemesis „ye oldé PC“... Yes, I´m referring to the really crappy frame-rate I´m getting on that abomination of an old PC. Should´ve formated it before, now it´s kinda too late for that. Yes, I know, the upgrade is kinda short, just the first month. But it´s getting kinda late and I´m running out of "decent-writing"-juice.
Oh and don´t be confused ´bout the 100FPS shown.They´ve been all made during a pause. Normaly I´m at ~10-12 frames.
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