So. I wake up this morning. Feel terrific. Had a great idea to do in Dwarf Fortress. This could be a mix of a megaproject and modding, with a little Adventurer thrown in. Couldnt really find a subject for this.
Anyways, this idea was derived from the
terrific dream I had.
Here is how it went:
I 'wake' up in this camp. I see a campfire (durr), a tent and a small picnic basket filled with potatoes. And then I look into the tent next to me and see a man with a railroad spike in his head. I wonder if he is OK because he seems to be whittling away at a stick. He says his name is "Kr----" (for some reason I couldnt hear the rest). And he tells me the story of his spike. Turns out he had a fight with his wife who happened to be a sorceress, so she put a curse on the spike and lodged it in his head. Luckily his brain moved out of the way in time or he would be dead. After three hours he ended up in the camp if he didnt. Every three hours he would teleport back to the camp if he didnt escape in time. Oh, and did I mention the camp was inside a large underground dome that is floating in lava? Yeah. It is.
So, he and I set out to get the f--k out of here. We are walking, then a giant midget walks up to us. He is all "What are YOU lookin' at?" then proceeds to kick me in the groin. I hunch over and tentacles pop out of my back, breaking his neck. The tentacles quickly retract and we move on. Soon, we see a sign labeled : Zombie Countr___
It seems to have been written in blood and never finished, because the 'y' was never written.
Past the sign, I see zombies. Lots of them. And they are all wearing clown makeup and tutus. And lots of them have hooks for hands. Kr---- then takes off his own hand, revealing a spatula. The spatula increases to a tremendous size after he pushes a button on his wrist, and he proceeds to cut of the heads of the zombies with his spatulahand.
After we cut down a good row of zombies, we encounter a minefield that seems to be surrounding a temple. We dart through the minefield with some minor casualties (My lucky pen was blown up) and enter the temple. And we wished we hadnt.
There were Twilight fanboys (or girls, I dunno). Everywhere.
My rage meter blew, and a lazer that smelled oddly of pine shot out of my forehead. This lazer condensed into a small man, who started to beat the s--t out of everyone he saw. The thing is, this lazerman punched EVERYONE he saw. Including me and Kr----. We were sent through a couple walls and out the other side of the temple.
And then we knew something was wrong. I wanted to stop, but Kr---- had a deep sense of danger lodged in his railroad spike head cavity. And then I realised.
We couldnt stop here. This is bat country.
I catch sight of the flying bats. They are all screaming 'LEAVE'.
I faint, and then wake up in the morning.
So I take it my dream was absolutely dwarven?
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