The fortress' greatest problem still is the lack of a proper workforce.
With barely 76 cats (of which one is insane) and many fully developed industries (in terms of facilities and
needs) we can only have one or two things active at the same time. While I admit that there were more than 80 cats upon my taking control of this fortress, their deaths, while tragic, were not my fault! Indeed, one can say they are the fault of the cats themselves, they were weak. They represented the bad points in cattish society, such foolish curiosity (a kitten wandering in a dark alley, surprised by a fire imp) or heavy reliance on others (the cats that tantrumed and went insane).
Something must be done to prevent further dwindling of our numbers, I will take it upon me to eliminate all outside jobs, indeed, to seal off the outside world unless migrants or traders arrive with no consequence to our cats themselves.
As I write these words a passing cat informs me with sadistic glee in his eyes that the melancholic cat has fallen down the chasm before skipping off giggling shrilly. Something is deeply wrong with the inhabitants here. But that aside, he brings up another point. The chasm claims lives, more so now that I have made more bridges, this is its second in my term. I shall build walls next to the bridges first, to prevent cats from plummeting to their deaths.
Another failing of the cat is hubris. To believe it can overcome the great chasm. What pays for hubris other than lives?
In this case it was Builder, the safe-making of the chasm was going well, but I must have been sloppy with the designating of the walls and built one without support off the edge of the bridge, Builder must have placed his materials in the open air, confident that I would make no mistake, surprised though, he must have been when the blocks fell onto his foot, causing him to yelp and dance around in pain on a fragile bridge, shortly thereafter he fell into the chasm. A pointless death, which will surely spawn many more, he was one of the founding cats and many others will surely become enraged into killing each other after this, especially that horrible "Rance" and his murderous instincts. He is half-feral! He comes for me in my sleep, grinning with is great white fangs.
Which brings us to another failing of the cats, they do not think for themselves, Builder placed utmost trust in my decision making, more than in his own common sense and sight, resulting in his premature death.
One can only wait and see what the consequences of this death, so shortly after that of the melancholic one, will be, but I know now, they will be dire.
It appears another cat, seeing his good friend Builder fall into the chasm thought to rescue him and jumped after.
Side note: interestingly enough, the "legendary mason" survived the cave-in, being propelled by the dust to safety. I don't know what happened afterwards, save that he died as-well. Tantrum spiral ahoy.
It is happening! (Note that I have given him a new title)
Suddenly, in a rare fit of altruism and solidarity, Rance, the murderer, decided to embrace his duties and console a fellow cat who was friends with one of the many recent deceased, perhaps with more than one. Although his state of rage probably will not make it a very effective meeting, with Rance hurling abuse at the lonely cat looking for somebodies shoulder to cry on because she has no more friends with which to do so.
Well, at-least she won't look for more consoling any time soon!
What is this? The entire administration is throwing tantrums and refusing to work! A coupe! A coupe! Where is the military?!
Rance has thankfully calmed down, but the administrator has engaged combat with a Donkey! There is blood! A crowd has gathered and is chanting "fight! fight!" over and over again! Is there no hope for our race?
Well, the administrator threw the donkey down a hole and then calmed down, the donkey only sustained a couple of brown wounds and some light grey, the administrator himself was unhurt. What a horrid society.
In the mean time, I've placed an order of coffins, in anticipation of the times to come.
The administrator threw two more tantrums, in one he decided to suddenly have a meeting with Rance, no doubt plotting my downfall, in the other he lay (lew?) the smack down upon a non-sentient cat, although it survived.
Also, a dragon arrived, but it fell into a cage trap. Pity, I wanted my military to meet it in the open field.
Then the elves came looking for fair trade. Not being in the mood to send for items I told Rance to get over there and seize everything, because, y'know, we might need it. Eventually. Probably never.
Who are the elves to say no to a murderous little 2 foot tall man? The haul was worth something close to 30.000. 30.000 of what? Well, our value system. A shitty idol is worth about 20, so I guess its worth 1.500 shitty stone idols. Not that I want 1.500 stone idols, but its what its worth.
Note: I didn't really feel like playing today so I made up for it by writing a lot. Incase you didn't notice or something, I mean, we are in the first month of spring and I wrote more than my previous posts put together, but maybe you didn't notice. Look, I'm not saying your dumb or anything, but maybe you are.
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