http://boksi.sitesled.com/region1-sum-202.zipI have to activate my DFFD account to upload there, I'm afraid. This one ought to do though.
WARNING: STYLE CHOSEN PURPOSEFULLY TO ANNOY KURISUKUN
First entry: Ítdúnérith.
What a charming name. How like the nobles, to name this place thusly. And how like the nobles, to settle the differences between the four great clans in such a manner. But that comes later. I and my rivals must cooperate for now. My eagerness is the cause for my leadership; I suppose it might've been my assertiveness creeping forth, or perhaps just my sleeping habits. whatever, I lead the fort in springtime, when the flowers blossom forth and life returns to the land from winter's cold embrace. Very well, let us begin. STRIKE THE EARTH!
Second entry: The Cowardly Woodcutter
So far, he's ran from a hoary marmot and a groundhog. As for progress, we've dug out a medium-sized cavern and are currently furnishing it with beds, although eventually it'll be the nexus of the fortress rather than the living quarters.
We've also got a very defensible area, I've noticed.
Third entry: Not Tripping At All
We've gyt our farmazarlebargly areeeee... dug. Dugg. Duuug oouuut... And a stillillill, n kitchen too... Whoo, mushroomS!!!
Fourth entry: On The Subject Of Foodstuffs
Personally, I must say I disagree with spending so much of our precious funding on a single anvil, instead of some supplies and other more immediately useful items. But we do have enough seeds, fortunately, so we can start farming and brewing some plump helmets.
Also, we've dug out a food stockpile, and another one for bones, shells and skulls for the crafters to work on so that they don't degrade outside.
Fifth entry: Dig Dug
I've laid out my plans for the workshops and living quarters. The other ones may disagree with them, but I hold power in this season. Similarly, I am powerless when their turn comes up. Oh well.
Also, the entrance is 6 dwarflengths wide. This makes positioning things annoying, since we have to do everything in pairs or more for symmetry. Oh well.
Sixth entry: No Yellow Brick Road Yet
Well, that's it. Spring is officially over. I must therefore hand over the reins to the next leader. And be powerless for the rest of the year, only able to watch in horror as the other leaders smash my carefully-planned vision with all the subtlety and tact of a brigade of sober dwarves... Oh well.