I'll edit this as I go along.The Journal of Urist McMean Jr.
Spring1st Granite
By Armok, the people living here are idiots! It's freezing cold! Who'd want to live in this frozen hellhole?
I asked for the report on how our supplies are, and all I got was a "Uh.. around... two hundred?".
I've decided to take matters into my own hands and start updating the stockpiles. It's not like any of these drunk morons could count, anyway. At least it'll keep me out of the cold.
There's apparently some kind of exercise craze going on here. I have to run a marathon just to get from the bedrooms to the supplies, then another one to get to the workshops, then three to get to the food, then two to get to the dining hall, which is woefully tiny.
Holy crap that's long.The idiots are also throwing a party. What are they celebrating? How
cold it is? I told them to get to work. First, organize the workshops a bit.
4th Granite
We need bags.
There's seeds everywhere.On the topic of seeds, KaziArmada gave birth while drunk out of her mind. I'm sure she'll make a great mother.
5th Granite
We had all of 2 pieces of cloth in this place. I ordered the horse and mule slaughtered. Two more is better than nothing.
I told Dumat that there's no gems to be set around here, and that if he wanted to live, he'd better learn to tan, leatherwork, weave, and sew.
The terror on his face as he works is delicious.
10th Granite
What the hell.
The only things to eat here are plump helmet and more plump helmet.
Who decided not to embark with seeds? They cost, like, one dwarbuck each.
13th Granite
Does this guy have the attention span of a fluffy wambler? He seems to be terrible at everything.
I'm promoting him to our main mason. We can finally get some tables around here.
14th Granite
The recruits are standing around doing nothing. I told them they looked like girls and should learn to fight.
They're ripping their clothes off each other right now.
15th Granite
Cloth! I mean Elves!
21st Granite
Too sleepy, letting one of the idiots handle the trading.
22nd Granite
This is Stakud writing. Am I really an idiot? There's some kobolds ambushing right now. I'm not sure how they got to the food pile.
23rd Granite
I think Deler's a bit hurt.
He was trying to find his eyeballs before he blacked out. He's making a funny sound from the hole in his neck.
27th Granite
I finally had enough sleep.
Apparently, me being gone a week means someone has to die. They got in through a very convenient stair that lets you right into the fortress. I'm walling it off.
8th Slate
Thanks to this massively long path, nothing is getting done at all.
I think we've managed to plant four plump helmets. We're all going to starve.
19th Slate
I've decided to do something about this horrible distance we have to travel.
I'm moving most of the fortress inwards. The old parts will become bedrooms, and we'll keep the workshops and food much closer.
24th Slate
Migrants arrived. I hope they freeze to death.
We only have 15 units of plants to live on until the next few plump helmets grow. Ugh.
1st Felsite
We got some 20 migrants. Went from 18 to 37.
30th Felsite
With that, spring is over.
Overall, I'm surprised we didn't starve yet. I managed to get some food made at the last moment.
Goals for the year:
Make the fortress at least somewhat effecient. We'll put the kitchen near the workshops so these balls of lard won't have to run a mile to work off that plump helmet they ate.
Workshop room with storage rooms dug out.
Underground path to mining shaft so invaders stay out.
New dining hall.