So i have a couple face palm moments for you.
I'll do them in chronological order.
So it's my first practice fort, and i had designed a weird walled off area outside of my gate for my refuse and my animals.
__/------------\ <-hillock
_ _ _ _ _
| |
| Refuse | Outside
-----| |----------
Entrance to fort Gate
-----| |----------
| Animals | Outside
|_________|
i built it weird because of the hills outside of my entrance.
ANYWAY. i suddenly get the warning that there is a siege. "No problem!" i say as i pull the lever and close up my fort and outside areas neatly.
A little ways into the siege, i suddenly get the message "Urist mc scaredy pants Cancels store item in stockpile, interrupted by troll"
Oh no! has the enemy found it's way inside? i haven't even figured out the military yet!
I look outside and see a huge stream of dwarves moving out of my fort to pick up an item i had dumped earlier, they got into the animal/ refuse box and suddenly ran into the animal side and were currently running back and forth along the wall like chickens with their heads cut off. They actually started leaving tread-marks on the ground where they killed the grass.
"ah Crap! where is the troll?" i look outside the wall to the hillock i should have removed earlier. a lone troll had gotten a lucky chance to spy one of my dwarves, and was sitting on top of the hill staring into my base. "dammit! he cant get you idiots!"
The most irritating part was that i didn't have any bowmen or even a military. so i was stuck as Mr. Troll stared at my dwarves as eventually 50 of them were running back and forth against the wall, with myself at the time unaware of how to fix it. -facepalm- Fort ended by death glare and advanced exercise program.
The Second face palm moment i encountered was recently when i embarked in an evil mountain area with a river source.
It was going well, no undead yet, it seemed like i would get started easily in this place. My dwarves were fishing merrily in the river source, and food levels were on the rise.
Suddenly three doom clouds roll in one after another. Luckily i am able to get my dwarves safely within the fort, so no problems there. but as my fisherman goes out to fish again, im assaulted by interruption messages. Gasp! the undead! i look outside and see a horde of ravenous .. mussels??? ... apparently the dead Mussels the dwarves left on the beach after fishing came to life in the death mist and were chasing my fisherman. Well dammit...
figuring it wouldn't be much of a challenge i drafted the miners into the military and they went out and stepped on the mollusks. (literally, no fight, just a SQUELCH) OK ... undead are dead-dead. now to pick up the bodies out here and garbage compact them.
So i mine out a small trash room inside and move the shells inside, and begin building a compacter room next to it. Oooooh the many face palms after this.
The damn mollusks kept coming back to undeath, and i continuously had to draft a military to step on them. the irritating part was that the non-military dwarves who were building/hauling kept running away as they came back to life 30 seconds after being killed. so i was left with a group of dwarves in my militia running around in the refuse room stomping on the mollusks that started moving again, while my workers tried to build and were continuously scared out of the room.
-facepalm-
Then while i was distracted a horse died of hunger and came to life, starting a spiral that ended in my defeat. CURSE YOU UNDEAD MUSSELS.