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Fortify the mountain!

Build a bigger-volume magma cannon!

Build a massive jail for stopping the inevitable tantrum spiral.

Construct the city in the cavern!

Start a new megaproject.

Hail Discordia!(fnord)

[Demonic Spoon]

Umm... it's a bit too late for that nevyn.

[ToonyMan]

Sign-ups today?

Give me the closest day from today dood.

*runs from tree

[Demonic Spoon]

Someone has been been reading my sig? 

[Neyvn]

Can I have the 29th for my Third Turn???

[Demonic Spoon]

I'd like the 31st please.

[Samus1111111]

I'd like the 22nd

[Demonic Spoon]

Taken.

[ToonyMan]

Someone has been been reading my sig? 

I didn't even see that!  Hah.  That's funny.  I'm not talking about Dracula though I'm talking about Vlad Putin.

[Samus1111111]

oh, didn't see that, then I'll take the 28

[Shrike]

I'd like to take the 26th, please.

[abculatter_2]

When will the front page be updated?

[eerr]

Damn you, BSOD!

current save is corrupt. I have a ton of time left though, so I'll just try again.

hopefully the troll-pushers will remain in place to defend against orcs again.

this is why people use winzip over .tar and .7z

[Demonic Spoon]

Uh, yay for belated comments?

[Demonic Spoon]

Save: http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=1345
Map:  http://mkv25.net/dfma/map-6681-sparkgear4

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God I wish I never signed up for that cusred reclaimation mission.
That's when everything started going wrong.
As soon as we reached the site we were attacked by viscious creaturs and orcs. But I managed to pull us through, I carved fpr a us a new fortress form this dmaned mountain and led iis into a a age of relative peace and prosperity. And do they thank me? No they complain about the 'inefficiency' of my designs, what's more important, efficiency or not being dead? They claimed my methods were inhumane and extremely unsafe to dwarven life...

Pah! These damn hippies breed so fast I couldn't kill them all if I tried to! We have at least 4 births a season! But when their complainst grew too many and rebellion appeared inevitable I conceded to step down...for a while anyway...

After the bumbling reigns of a series of more and more idiotic rulers the citizens finally appreciate what I have done for them and are once more willing to accept my commands.

The first order of business is constructing a great tower in honour of Armok. This tower will be made fomr solid obsidian and will be consecrated with the blood, sweat, vomit and deaths of many innocent children, animals, masons, miners, enemies and assorted others. Hopefully this great tower will persuade Armok to lift the horrid curse that envelopes this fortress.

After that I ordered all the competeting shop in the fortress closed down. I hate a capitilst society.

Realzing the high death toll of the fortress I have started a strict personal training regime to toughen me up. Hopefully this will make me slightly harder to kill.

The Dwarven Carvan arrived. Once again they refused to let me go with them back to the mountainhomes, bastards. Their reckoning shall come soon enough, but in the mean time I smiled and nodded and gave them a few offering to give his royal majesty. If I can't go to the mountainhomes the mountainhomes will have to come to me. Following that train of though I drew up plans for some improvements required for this settlement to be judged worthy of being the mountianhome, the king should show up any year now. His quarters have been moslty prepared, they just need to be fleshed out with some more furniture.

The elves have arrived, I gritted my teeth and sold them some of our plentiful mugs so that we can get some wood next year. Speaking of wood, the dwarven caravan brought a reasonable amount, enough to repair the magma cannon, I have decided not to tinker further with it though so someone else will have to improve it.

The dwarves are unhappy about the many sacrifices I have already made to Armok in the as yet incomplete tower, bah, how quickly their mood changes, someone else will have to compelte the tower, for now I will have ot give up the leadership of this fort.

[nil]

Ha, where'd all that blood come from?

I vote that we designate a barracks at the top of that spire.  No hatches.