From the personal log of Dresdor, Drunk.
For some strange reason, the others have put me in charge of all important construction matters at this madhouse for the next season. Something about our mayor wanting a holiday or something. I guess they figure a drunk like me can't screw things up too badly for three months.
The only problem is that we literally have no booze what so ever. How am I to run this place on a sober mind? Oh well, that problem is easily fixed. I've mandated some rum be made!
And since I'm not mayor nobody listened.
Oh well. I've noticed this huge wall around the whole of our fortress. I don't like the idea of us being walled in this mad house. Makes me think that someone is trying to kill us. Luckily, my cat fluffy, told me about the plot and I set out to rectify it immediately. I've ordered the wall removed, with all available dwarf power. Not only that, I've ordered the whole lot of rocks thrown into the river to try and dam it! I'm not sure that it will work, but it's worth trying! I'm so smart!
The next entry reads:
Those guys are quite funny. See, they told me that the lever to the drawbridge was here, and so I pull it, only to find the floodgate to the magma pits open! Hahahaha! Luckily there was no magma. I've ordered the whole thing removed and replaced with a level actually attached to the drawbridge.
Come to think of it, we have no drawbridge! Masons! Do your job!
A latter entry continues:
We have had no fewer than six births in this madhouse in the last week. I know none of them are mine. Still, that's a lot of babies.
TRAGEDY!!! While removing some suspicious construction to trap us, several dwarves have fallen into the chasm. They will be missed. WHERE'S MY RUM?
The second to last entry reads:
They are everywhere. Yes...sabateurs...crazies...dwarves with looks in their eyes. Yes...they almost got us, but we escaped. Fluffy and me...we managed to outsmart them. Dropping a roof on us, that was smart, but we are too smart for them. Seal the whole fortress in...yes...then they will know the suffering we know. Yes...pull the bridge lever and seal them all in. Yes....
The final entry reads:
Noises...lots of noises....more ceiling to kill us? No...They won't get us...I will wait where they least expect...yes...where it's warm...yes....
At the bottom of the journal is a drawing of a tentacle demon. The tentacle demon is embracing a dwarf, and scooping out his brain.
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