The Chronicles of Neruz; The Thougherly Confused.
1st Granite, 180.
Join the army they said. See the world they said. Lying sons of bitches. The only thing i can see is snow, and sure this godforsaken hellhole might technically qualify as a part of 'the world', but anyone with half a brain can see that is bullshit.
Yeah so i'm experienced at living in and around glaciers and tundras, and apparantly the place is in dire need of leadership since the last bastard vanished into thin air, but fuck that.
First thing i noticed upon reaching the site on the map was the giant-ass tower of ice sitting in the middle of nowhere. Who the hell builds a tower out of ice? And why is the Trade Depot under twenty feet of snow? And that lump over there looks suspisciously like a wagon. Surely these idiots wouldn't be stupid enough to leave potential wood lying around unused on a glacier?
Yes, yes they would...
Thankfully there's alot of trees on the nearby tundra, but i'll order that wagon to be dismantled anyway, it's not doing any good where it is.
I just walked in through the front doors. Apparantly nobody is paying any attention at all. A goblin siege could just wander right in here clean as you like. Christ.
Who the hell designed this place? This hall just keeps going, and it's tiny. I had to engage in some rather intricate dancing to avoid a mother and her child blocking the hallway, and i noticed through the door that there's clothes all over the barracks. What in gods name have they been doing in there? No, wait, i don't want to know, this place is terrifying enough already...
Ah, here we are, this loo- OW, son of a...
Note to self, find out which fucker drew a picture of a door on a random segment of wall and sell him to the Elves, assuming they're stupid enough to come out this far.
Finally found what passes for an office in this place, i wandered past an incredibly powerful and buff looking champion who was completely and totally failing to do anything useful, so i told him to piss off and go watch the doors in case a kobold tried to sneak through. He looked at me funny so i threw snow at him until he wandered off, idiot. I also saw what looked a hell of a lot like a couple of tiny rooms stacked full of coffins, i'm not sure i care.
Now, lets take a look at these files.
The place is called Murderletter?... Jeeeesus...
Hey, it's not all bad after all, apparantly 37 dwarves have chosen to live in this hole in the ice, and 3 of them are champions. I'm amazed, Fortress wealth is a bit meh, but we're looking solid for seeds, booze and food, so supplies are all good. Not sure we really need 7 stoneworkers though...
Wait, 6 farmers? To feed 37 Dwarves? These must be the worst damn farmers in the world. Oh well, lets see the fortress schema-
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What.
Guh.
Who.
How.
Buh?
Looking at these schematics has done permanent damage to my higher brain functions. I think i'm going to take the rest of the day off while i try and work out what the hell is going on here...