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[crash2455]

Japa, please try to get the save in soon.  I don't care if you've finished the year yet.  If you're happy with your work, submit the file.

[Rose]

I'll get it uploaded today

[Rose]

http://dffd.wimbli.com/download.php?id=1244

there's the save.

captains log and map coming soon enough.

[Demonic Spoon]

Gogo calvin?

[Calvin]

Eugh.

Just looked at this thread today. WORKING ON IT

[crash2455]

Alright, just keep us frosty.

[Calvin]

Ah fuck, realized that I can't do it.

Skip my turn.
sorry <.<

[LegoLord]

Wait, it's my turn, right?  If so, starting tomorrow.

[Slayer1557]

Yea, gogo LegoLord.

Japa, so.....how bout that captain's log?

[Rose]

Captains Log, year 128.
1^st of Granite: I have decided that this tower could use a bit of cruel punishment, but plans will have to wait until I scope out the area
3^rd day of Granite: Our Leader needs a crown, but not merely one. No, he needs no less than 3 crowns to properly suit his majesty.
8^th of Granite: My miners have noticed the rock becoming warmer where they are digging. I Build some doors and tell them to keep going.
4^th of Slate: After breaching the magma pipe, I set my miners to clear it out to make a nice square room. They get attacked by imps shortly, and Tossid Fissureguilds gets pretty badly burnt on his left side. the imps are taken care of, however. I then decide to use this room for an arena of death. the floor will be covered with hatches, which will be remoteley opened by a wandering kitten. captives will be forced to fight to the death in that room
16^th of Slate: A Baroness arrives, bringing a hammerer and a tax collector.
20^th of Slate: Our esteemed leader tries to chow down on roast fire imp, and dies a horrible death. 3 others die with him. We don't need the crowns anymore.
24^th of Slate: More dwarves die fiery deaths, and the rest of the dwarves are starting to get unruly. I am now starting to get worried.
27^th of Slate: I have sealed off the dining room, trapping some dwarves inside. hopefully this will lower casulties
16^th of Felesite: Moses mourns for the dead mayor, and decides to make something to honour him.
26^th of Felesite: Moses presents Üst Anriz: The Breach of Skies a rhyolite crown. It is worth 69600* and contains an image of.... Üst Anriz: The Breach of Skies. It seems the late mayor will now have infinite recursive crowns.
10^th of Hematite: A human diplomat arrives. he looks underfed.
13^th of Hematite: Kobolds come, hoping to get some goodies.
14^th of Hematite: The kobolds never even reach the tower, the are taken care of by the visiting merchants
5^th of Opal: Kogan Silobok, Leatherworker, get's sick of lying in bed, waiting for his burns to heal, so he crawls to the nearest carpentry shop, fainting every few steps.
17^th of Opal: after struggling for 12 days, he finally reached the workshop.

1^st of Granite, 129: my time here is up, the arena of death is not finished, and some of the food in storage is still burning. I now step aside for the next glorious leader.

[crash2455]

Yeah, Legolord, you're up.

[LegoLord]

Who made a cat-based pressure plate randomizer?  I don't remember anyone mentioning it.

Also, there's a spot that looks like it's meant for magma smelters and forges, but only has one forge, no smelters.  It's on Japa's floor.  Want me to finish that up, Japa? (We can do small things like that, right?)

[Demonic Spoon]

I'm looking positively sane compared to some of these people...

[LegoLord]

And even more sane you shall look!

1st Granite, Spring 129
Legon sat quietly eating his breakfast with everyone else.  Previous overseer vanished some time last night.  Everyone assumed Japa is dead, with the exception of Legon.  He tends not to bother with these things.  He just goes about life normally, ignoring anything but friends and orders.

Suddenly, he started choking.  As loudly as Legon was, a nearby dwarf noticed and slapped him on the back.  A rock nut came flying out of his mouth onto his plate.  Legon turns to face his savior, seeing the face of Demonic Spoon II, the Dungeon Master.

"Congratulations . . . uh, good dwarf!" She said.  "You are now the new overseer!" she pulled Legon out of his chair.  "Quickly, get up, get to work!  No, leave the breakfast!" the last she said hungrily looking at the plate.  "Now, go and do a good job, or we sacrifice you to the magma pipe."  With that, she grabs the plate of rat weed roast and ran off, leaving Legon dumbstruck.  Life was about to get a lot interesting for him . . .

Edit: Profession of Demonic Spoon.

[Demonic Spoon]

What?! I'm the Dungeon Master! Or did you purposefully do that? Fixed, so no longer applicable. And it seem I'm going to become a glutton in this succesion game, joy!