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[penguinofhonor]

I patched together a tileset since I lost my old one when my computer got stolen. World generation is happening!

[Darvi]

Hey, w8 a minute, I thought the forums were going to die or something when the new version came out. Whatever, not complaining.

Dunno about you, but I'm getting repeated 500 errors.

Like, right now.

[Sergarr]

It appears that punching an opponent in the head does not break their skull.

[KingofstarrySkies]

When friend and foe

align for one moment

to solicit the dwarves

to slaughter the elves

to mock the humans

to war with the goblins

WE
SHALL
RISE

[TD1]

2171!!

[Worldmaster27]

So close!

[tahujdt]

Yayz!

[Arcvasti]

Hey, w8 a minute, I thought the forums were going to die or something when the new version came out. Whatever, not complaining.

Dunno about you, but I'm getting repeated 500 errors.

Like, right now.

Same. At that moment though, it was working perfectly fine.

[NullForceOmega]

11 to go!!

[Glloyd]

10 off at the peak there.

[SealyStar]

I just re-downloaded DF for the first time since the great computer asplosion seven months ago. Here I go...

[Worldmaster27]

Computer Asplosion Mk 2 is go!

[TD1]

I rushed this. Normally I'd read it through and improve it, but dammit it I can't be bothered!

If it strikes my fancy, I may bring it up to scratch later:

A pounding ‘neath my eager feet
Give tell the building heat
As Toady pounds his forge of code
In that his Great Abode.

The Forumites are gathering here
To listen to the seer
Who shouts the coming of the game
That gathers much acclaim.

And Toady wipes his sweating brow,
As if he worked the plow,
But for his work no crop is grown:
Instead the Game is sown.

Now Come the days of playing Dwarves
In halls of stone and beer,
Here come the days of having fun
With not an ounce of fear.

So pull the Bellows, Toady One,
Your game is on the rise!
Now work the forge and raise this work
Before your very eyes!

Not done! No, never done is it,
But here you raise it up;
A gem that shines though still not cut,
To it we raise our cup!

Ah, fellow Forumites!
The Toad has graced us all,
For here we play his work of art
Inside his very hall.
Ay, ay, play away and listen not
To what I have to say!
Play! Play! Waste not this day,
But play your given lot!

[WillowLuman]

I love how you can beg people to tell you all about their local problems, then tell them you don't care.

[Worldmaster27]

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I rushed this. Normally I'd read it through and improve it, but dammit it I can't be bothered!

If it strikes my fancy, I may bring it up to scratch later:

A pounding ‘neath my eager feet
Give tell the building heat
As Toady pounds his forge of code
In that his Great Abode.

The Forumites are gathering here
To listen to the seer
Who shouts the coming of the game
That gathers much acclaim.

And Toady wipes his sweating brow,
As if he worked the plow,
But for his work no crop is grown:
Instead the Game is sown.

Now Come the days of playing Dwarves
In halls of stone and beer,
Here come the days of having fun
With not an ounce of fear.

So pull the Bellows, Toady One,
Your game is on the rise!
Now work the forge and raise this work
Before your very eyes!

Not done! No, never done is it,
But here you raise it up;
A gem that shines though still not cut,
To it we raise our cup!

Ah, fellow Forumites!
The Toad has graced us all,
For here we play his work of art
Inside his very hall.
Ay, ay, play away and listen not
To what I have to say!
Play! Play! Waste not this day,
But play your given lot!

This is a great poem! Now then, if I change a few words here and there, it would go well with my game and I could pass it off as my own... yep. Totally going to do that.[/silly sarcasm]