Goblins every where. People dying horribly. Dwarves locked down inside the bunkers. No hope of survival. Food stocks running low.
That was my fortress one hour ago.
Ten minutes ago, it was pretty much the same, except there was no more goblins, a lot of water everywhere and no more dwarfs.
You see, I love epic stories. I like when my fortress fall (Loosing is fun!) but I like it even more when hundreds of gob's or FB's or clowns fall with it. Because of that, I never seal my fortress (I seal things, but not the fortress), nor do I place super-traps, capable of killing millions of ennemies before letting one in. Also, I always have a plan, just in case.
Because of that, even when a good hundred goblins killed what remained of my military and trolls started to break down the doors, I did'nt panick. Most of the dwarfs were already safe in the bunker. Of course, at least a third did'nt make it, but we never liked them anyway. At that point, however, there was nothing more to do. The fortress was overrun, there was no more weapons, no more fighters, no more hope. So, Urist pulled the lever and the aquifer was released.
At that point, I remembered that because I was planning on doing water supply for my dwarfs using a well, only one bunker (out of five) was water-proof. This bunker was the deepest, and there was no dwarf inside because I had used his bridges to trap a FB inside.
/Facepalm.