So we are trapped here. After trying desperately to free ourselves by murdering that sadist, the rest of us are here to toil in this boiling land forever. I'm just glad killing the fool wasn't my idea, I have no blood on my hands, and nobody has a right to be mad at me.
We've decided on making some improvements to our moat, as it is barely filling with water before the pools evaporate, and some other minor structural improvements. Mainly, improvements to our brewing situation as we don't have anything to drink but swamp water.
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Things have been tense lately and there's been a lot of arguing. Things aren't getting done properly or on time. We've been without drink for too long. Instead of trading with the elves, one of the fools simply told them to leave their stuff or our marksdwarves would kill them all. WE DON"T HAVE ANY MARKSDWARVES! This place is a mad-house.
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Madness turns to murder. While expanding the moat, Bull seems to have fallen in with one of our two precious picks. I tried to dig him out but could not find the other pick anywhere. Surely this is deliberate...There's a murderer around...
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Trying to complete the moat project, Chaotic was found, bloated and smelling like rotted flesh, in the brook. Somewhere at the bottom of the stream is our other pick. Someone wants us all dead.
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I can't take the screaming anymore...they are all looking at me suspiciously and I them. One of us killed three dwarves now. Baby had the audacity to threaten a human caravan with full guard compliment with firey death and wrath, which sent the cowardly merchants fleeing. Their mercenaries just shrugged and followed them, leaving us with all their stuff. Maybe she killed the others...maybe we should take precautions.
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I saw the other three whispering together. They are plannign something. Maybe all three are working together to murder the others. Maybe they plan on telling the next caravan that they foudn and killed the murderer...I need to act.
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I am free from them. I can hear them scratching trying to get out, but they cannot! I showed them the expanded bedroom I planned on giving them all. As they looked at it, they did not see me sneak out, nor did they hear me bolt the door and barricade it. Their screams for help will stop soon.
Now it's just me and my pets. I even have a couple of those pesky rhesus maques tamed. They are so tasty. If only I could open the door before their corpses rotted...dwarf meat is tender...I'd hate for it to go to waste.
The words get sloppier and sloppier until they are illegible.
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