In the technomagical department of the Annual Tournament Company, trouble was brewing. The technomages apparently screwed stuff up. Royally.
"It appears that we can't hold up the dimensional connection much longer!" "The gateway is going out of control!" "What happen?" "Oh, great! Now we are already suffering the melding ripple effects!" "Someone set us up the bomb!" "Okay, what the **** are you DOING here?!?" Everyone froze as the voice of Anton Thunderclasp, the chef of the technomagical department, boomed through the room. "Oh, sir..." "You are nothing but IDIOTS!" "Sir, it appears that our pandimensional gateway is, well, out of control!" "And what does that mean exactly?" "Well, we lost contact to our contestants, for example..." "Oh, GREAT! The management is going to skin us alive and subject us to their POETRY!" The whole room shuddered in unison. "Alright, guys! EVERYONE TO THEIR POOOOOSTS! WE'RE PREPARING... TOAST! Oh, wait, another ripple." Due to a pandimensional concept ripple, the room uttered: "Y'know what they say..." "...all toasters..." "TOAST TOAST!" It sounded like a warcry. "Alright, you klackons, now GET TO WORK!" And the department set to work.
Now let's get to what happened to our protagonists.
A sudden and very selective dimensional sucked seven of 'em in. The other two were finely sliced and diced and blasted into a wall, respectively. Their chunks got used in an elaborate scheme to throw a pie at a hologram, but that's not our matter.
The matter is, indeed, that seven figures, suffering of quite selective amnesia, suddenly find themselves in dwarven bodies.
The dwarven outpost you landed in apparently was founded four months ago. It's in a quite large clearing and you see a small vertical rock building with a door. You are in a wooden shelter that's home to an assortment of booze barrels. Well, that explains why you are all in one spot.
You also see a large and quite filled stockpile of stone blocks and a small weapons stockpile.
But, what nobody knew was that in their dire need to get a TV view of the new location of our seven remaining heroes, they created a large portal. A portal from video game land into the DF world. And the resident evil overlords will soon get word of this new world to conquer, and all that stands between the free cities of dwarves (and humans, and, if they counted, elves) is this ragtag group of adventurers...
Due to the fact this is dwarf fortress, everyone of you has two DF professions on normal level to choose, to further compensate for the skill wipe.
You have 24 hours to post your actions, beginning now.
If someone lists all the references made in the first part of the story, they get a wish. I'll go literal genie on you however.
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