7th Granite 133I woke up and told Vabôk, the husband, to churn out some rock statues.
He asked me if that was his trial, I said no.
I told the Thîkut to smooth the area I was mining out.
She asked me if this was her trial, I told her that it wasn't.
All the water outside is frozen, best not run out of booze...
The work on the next trial is doing good progress, I've asked Vabôk to make 8 coffins.
He looked perplexed at me, but obeyed.
I was forced to hunt for a rat, damn them, using up my food...
Later in the day I was finally finished with the digging, so I went on with the daily running of the hole until it was time for bed.
8th Granite 133Today we moved in the statues, and smoothed the area.
Well, they did.
I made myself some more furniture for my bedroom.
We began moving in the coffins, and I dedicated 6 to the rest of the settlers.
All in all, it was looking like a pretty fine day, even though booze was short, until...
Ah carp no.
He came to the hole, and the 3 of us pointed to the magma pipe and told him of the Trial of Fire.
The fire imp spotted him and shrieked, apparently it wasn't in the mood for fighting.
Ast, as the newcomer is named, hunted it for a while and finally got in a blow.
Damnit. Well, unto the Trial of Water.
I prepared a new room for him in the pond and made some hatch covers, just incase of future trials.
Hmm.. Would be nice with some rain, the rain nearly drowned the couple last time...
When I came back I found the new area done:
The Arena of the Trial of Blood.
I'll wait and see if Ast makes it though before the couple get's kicked in there.
...
Just as I wrote this Ast came in for booze. Bastard.
Well, time for the Trial of Blood...
I told them, once they were in and I had locked the doors, that they'd be in here until 1 one of them was left.
The survivor could come and be a permanent resident.
They yelled at me, I laughed.
I wonder how long it's gonna take...
I went up and back to the daily routine, brewing and planting.
Any potential survivor doesn't bother me, they'll probably have gone crazy before that.
While I was cleaning out in the plant stockpile I heard a trampling upstairs;
migrants.
4 of them, with 3 pets...
WHAT THE HELL ARE SO GREAT ABOUT MY HOLE!?
We got Urist the Metalsmith, with his Kitten Kivish and his puppy Likot.
Mistêm the Stonecrafter and his donkey Zasit.
There's also Kivish the Soap Maker and Olon the Peasant.
I'm out of imps to throw at them, I'll need a more... efficient... Trial...
I've told them not to go down the stairs to the arena, telling them the migrants before them are down there meditating, a process they'll have to go through as well.
They didn't even question me.
I went down to take a look, and lo and behold, Ast and Vabôk had starved to death!
Thîkut was there, she was lying in the floor, rasping at me; "Let me go" she whispered, "I'm the only one left".
Pondering this I asked her to engrave the walls first.
She didn't succeed.
Satisfied with myself I told the new migrants that they had starved during meditation, they asked me why I haven't fed them, I told them that you gain a higher state of conscience when meditating while hungry, that they were allowed to at any time call for food, and that they had chose themselves to starve to death.
They totally bought it.
I went to sleep with a smile.