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Toady's current dev list so you can stay within the boundaries of the coming release.
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My fellow forum-goers, I had a revelation just a moment ago. I had a thought of thoughts, a visual of visuals, the kind of orgasmic beauty one can only find in the most perfect of perfect moments.
I imagined this:
Sit back and imagine, if you will, a beautiful fortress. Extending high into the sky, glass towers and Obsidian walls, a sheen and shine incomparable to even the most prized of refracting prisms. The goblin problem is not a problem. The heroes of this legendary fortress, with rivers of magma and aqua dancing together in a beautiful waterfall of several levels.
The cats of this nation-state have their own realm, to live in an awkward harmony with their adoptive owners, +5 Legendary Butchers, and their wives. Babies and children, happy as any bebearded dwarf can be. Every last rocky wall, of course the internal sort, without the glass decorate, would be engraved with the epic stories of megabeasts.
This is all, of course, a prelude to my thought. Imagine, my scholarly peers, an onslaught of one. A monster, beautiful as she is terrible, the stony gaze of one who turns the admirer to stone. She creeps in during the night, prepared as any sentient snake-like woman of striking death could be. Cunning and articulate in her conversations with her marble affectionate earth-men.
The legendary Urist McHammers comes screaming down a staircase to meet the one-threat siege. At the peak of his raised hammer, he is solidified. Completely to stone, our hero stands. A light kiss to his lips, and a quick whip to his hips, he is destroyed as no organic can be destroyed.
She murders in this fashion every onlooker and attacker, all the time always.
Down shambles an old man, aged in experience and wisdom, as well as frailness of body. He slowly and painfully lifts a sword. She eyes him. He stares back, unafraid.
He charges.
After cleaning up the body with a quick toss into the magma river, he tends to the terrified children and kittens of his legend. This man of ill-attended fame, mayor of this legendary, if not secluded, fortress of great wealth and power, returns his sword to the stand in his room, sheds his clothing for a new set, and scrubs his body of the remaining filth.
He considers himself lucky that the children were locked in the playroom. They were not threatened by the medusa-like creature that attacked his fortress. They couldn't see her. And just as well, for the metaphor. The blind lead the blind, they say.
In this case, it was literal.
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So, ladies and gentlemen. What would you imagine exists in the power of the coming releases?