(Sorry of the lack of pictures, but for the moment, my computer is refusing to save them. I will make a movie of my area when I get the chance.)
Granite 1,Year 6
All of it sickens me. All of us for that matter. That is why we isolate ourselves. Maybe in 50 years the world will be less cruel and less dangerous. Until then, we shall remain behind our future moat and hope for peace. Concerning the matter of food, we will eat many cats and whatever else we could aquire. Now that we agree on this, we begin. Strike the Earth
Hematite 13,Year 6
The moat is almost complete, and I wait for an earnest isolation. I have cut down large groves of trees, and hope that this accomidation will bring enough wood for our stay. I also set up a farm, so we could grow the finest delicasies as we wait. Most of the others have been mining out rooms for us, and I say, they are wonderful rooms. One of them even made engravings to immortalize it. Yes, soon we shall say goodbye to the normal world.
Sandstone 4,Year 6
The horror, the horror of it all. They all are dead, ecepting for me. I am mining to keep my mind off it, but still I am infused with shock on the matter. I am the only one, I have to do all of the work. They died in the moat, leaving me to cover their losses.It leaves me with anger, knowing that they tricked me to my death. I laugh at them hovever, so I say bring it on.
I have restrained all animals in cages, so I may wander without being interrupted by these fools getting in my way. This fortress that the gods have chosen me to make will show others why to fear me. I hope that I get time to practice with that crossbow I made.
Sandstone 25, Year 6
I am mining now endlessly as I strive to improve my skill. This should make up for the mining skill lost with my fellow comrades. I hope, and indeed it is hope, That progress will be made on the range. You see, I manage to find an excuse for not doing it every time I have time. Along with the bolt which I need to make, This a major problem to my warrior lifestyle that I need to take in times of need. All of the foul invaders shall tremble in fear of my bow.
Timber 3, Year 6
Immigrants came today. Much to their puzzlement, I had blocked off the only door to inside my fortressw. They can't hide the foul taint they are infected with from me. I would of killed them if I had not known that all of them were destined to die in the wilderness around me. This fill me with glee as I continue with my construction projects. I got further on my archery range before calling quits today. I am now reading som classic dwarven literature with a barrel of ale as my company.
Obsidian 4,Year 6
Those immagrants outside can be strange folks. They cry all the time, as if they were missing something. Perhaps it is the fact that they cannot torment me behind my walls. This brings delight to me, as it allows the sins in which they had commited to catch up to them. I give them a few days before they go insane by the agony of their torment.
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