I recently had one of these, so I thought I would share. It is the tale of the unfortunate fisherman.
He arrived in a pack of migrants, on my second year, and as he was a fisherman, he set off to go fishing. I didn't quite realize the fishing area had carp and pike. All of a sudden, a carp jumped out of the water, and severely damaged his arms and legs. He went off to rest, and was fed and given water like any good dwarf should.
He finally recovered, and set out to fish again, whence a carp flew out, and bit both of his eyeballs out.
He barely survived, and was once again dragged to his bed to heal. Then a goblin ambush came and killed most everybody in the fortress. While still in bed, the goblins had used their axes to sever all of the fishermans limbs, from the shoulders, and the thighs. Every one died, except for the fisherman, and a legendary miner. After a while, the corpses of his friends and pets started to rot, and the only other person left alive, the miner, went insane.
Thus the fisherman, was left on his bed, with no eyeballs, no limbs, no friends or family, no one feed him or give him water, had to smell his dead friends and family's rotting taint, and had to hear the maddening screams of the insane miner, for the rest of his life, until he starved to death, or died of thirst.
I actually quit that fortress before he died, because it was just way too sad for me to handle. He had to have been the most unlucky dwarf I've ever seen.
- Kayla