I just got a fort to >100 dorfs, and a dungeon master. Too fully commemorate his non-mandate-giving and his cloak and mitten wearing awesomeness, I created the most metal bedroom EVER. It is entirely made of smoothed obsidian, with 20 obsidian statues, obsidian doors, obsidian grates, and magma pools to boot. To fully finish the evil mastermind look, I found a couple of dwarves that didn't have any friends, (except for a woodcutter that the DM had a grudge on), made a cave-in generator, and trapped them in cages, prominently displayed in his room.
Suddenly, looking back on my hard work, I don't feel as satisfied as I should. In fact, I feel awful. The DM, a guy named Urist Sealstood, is a pretty laid-back guy. He is friends with everyone (except those in his cages), and helps out to make my fort a utopia for everyone! And I just went, got a bunch of random dorfs, partying in my painstakingly crafted meeting room, and tricked them into caging themselves for no reason other than to fufuill my aesthetic preferences! What did they do to deserve this? They had no friends.
I get the feeling my DM dissaproves of my actions. (Yes, he's ecstatic, but with dorfs that doesn't really matter!) I feel so...
guilty.
What is this? Is this a concience? What if the dorfs actually do have souls? What constitutes a soul? Am I becoming soft? HELP!
EDIT: Here is a picture: