This is not a Succession or a Community game. This is the diary of my fortress, and my fortress has some rules. . .
The RulesNo digging, (or channeling)
No farming.
No cage, weapon or pressure plate traps.
There must always be a 10 tile wide entrance into my fortress.
Nobles will be kept happy.
No Bridges.
No Levers.
No Marksdwarfs
When the population reaches 100 I need to provide a secondary 10 tile wide entrance into my fortress.
And so we begin: SoakedMire
I came to this location planning ahead. All starting dwarfs will be able to swim. My food intake will comprise of gathering plants off the land and fishing the river. All dwarfs will be given military training and a ballista array will be built looking towards the entrance.
Its only been 7 days into the game and a fish is giving my fisher problems. This epic battle of wills has resulted in a good punch to the fish's spleen and a gash on my fishers hand.
EW EW EW BLOOD GNATS. OH god they're everywhere. They're all over the food stockpile and the river and the dwarfs and the dogs too!
---one month into the fortress---
The cat is doing a horrible job of keeping the vermin population down, someone needs to drown the damn thing. And speaking of drowning.
I really should of seen that coming. The Gnats shall feast on his corpse.
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