The fort was coming along nicely. I had everything but a working metal industry, which I planned to change. After a few months of digging around, I finally found magma.
So, I decided to make a tunnel for it to go nicely in to my workshop area. That tunnel hit 6 veins of valuable metals and a few clusters of gems. After another few months of hauling shit out of the way, I finally got things going.
Got everything I need.
Just gotta make a hole... Alright! Magma's flowing! Now wall up the place so the entire fort doesn't get magma'd.
...NO! DON'T GO ON A BREAK!
YOU, OTHER GUY, MAKE A WALL! NO, DON'T GO FOR A GODDAMNED DRINK, BUILD WALL!
THIRD GUY, STOP GOING FOR A DRINK WITH THAT GUY, MAKE WALL!
FOURTH GUY, YOUR SNACK CAN WAIT A FEW MINUTES, JUST BUILD A WALL!
After five more idiots bailed out, someone finally built a wall. Just two tiles from the last place to actually BUILD a wall.
Who built it? Urist McKiddypants, the Legendary Marksdorf's son. And he built it while leaving himself on the magma side.
Tantrum time!
Population fell from 34 to 2. One very blind, very crippled wrestler and one Legendary Marksdorf, sans arms.
The wrestler was probably going to die of thirst and the Marksdorf thought fetching a bucket of water with her teeth was beneath her. Being a Champion and all.
...And then came my first siege.