DF:
Even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, we still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Dwarven dream.
We have a dream that one day this fortress will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all Dwarves are expendable."
We have a dream that one day on the red bloodstained hills of Boatmurdered, the sons of goblins and the sons of elves will be able to sit down and be covered in magma together.
We have a dream that one day even the fortress Nutsack, a fortress sweltering with the smell of miasma, sweltering with the abundance of kittens, will be transformed into an oasis of magma and blood for the Blood God.
We have a dream that our little children will one day live in a fortress where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the amount of dirt, vomit and blood covering it.
We have a dream today!
We have a dream that one day, down in Plentybucket, with its vicious carp, with its nobles having their lips dripping with the words of "mandate" and "export" -- one day right there in Plentybucket little dorfs will be able to join hands with other little dorfs as sisters and brothers, dancing on the bones of nobles past.
We have a dream today!
We have a dream that one day every sea shall be dried, and every hill and mountain shall be dug out, the planes will be flooded in 7 z-levels of magma, and the sky will be blocked out; "and the glory of the Blood God shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that we strike the earth with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our fortress into a beautiful symphony of +bracelets+ and =rings= menacing with spikes of bone. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to dig together, to get hammered together, to go to jail together, to stand up against nobles together, knowing that we will one day strike adamantine.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of the Blood God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My fortress 'tis of thee, sweet fort of insanity, of thee I sing.
Fortress where my fathers died, fort of Dwarven pride,
From every mountainside, let madness reign!
And if Dwarf Fortress is to be a great game, this must be true.
And so let madness reign from the bloody hilltops of Boatmurdered.
Let madness reign from the mighty mountains of Rockplow.
Let madness reign from the heightening slopes of Razorwaned.
Let madness reign from the snow-capped hills of Whiskeredtorch.
Let madness reign from the curvaceous slopes of Chaoschannel.
But not only that:
Let madness reign from the halls of Ringedcleared.
Let madness reign from the outpost of Glazeown.
Let madness reign from every hill and molehill of Pagedgranite.
From every mountain and every fortress, let madness reign.
And when this happens, when we allow madness reign, when we let it reign from every city and every fortress, from every ruin and every cave, we will be able to speed up that day when all of the Blood God's children, Dwarves and dorfs, butchers and planters, cheese makers and miners, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Urist spiritual:
We have struck Raw adamantine! Praise the miners!
Thank Armok Almighty, we are covered in demons, but we have struck adamantine at last!
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