Sigh got a new one. During the year 255 of armok the brave dwarven group "The Tender Sacks" set off from the mountain homes of "Thin ashen rags" to found the fortress of "Pantcrabs". These truely brave, or crazy, souls set out with naught but a single pick to carve a fortress out of the terifying glacier in the far north.
Agianst all odds they survived the first year, first by butchering their pack animals, they took a couple killings before they stayed dead long enough to wall off their remains. Finaly they breached the aquifer and managed to get down to the caverns to forage for much needed supplies. Over time more migrants arrived, and a busteling underground farm was established. A caravan brought a much needed anvil and a metal industry was beging to be carved out of the deep earth. Then disaster struck. Our brave founders of the fort, who had somehow still survived had the last scraps of their clothing rot away. Because the ever bumbeling oversear neglected to setup a textiles industry, instead alocating all the pigtails to booze production, much junk was on display and a tantrum spiral to end all spirals kicked off.
Note I didnt fiddle with the names on that fort at all. That was all the name generator. I swear the game must have known exactly how I was going to screw up that fort. with so much else that could go wrong on a single pick challange and I forgot to take care of keeping clothing on the dwarves