Alroight. Time for a double post.
Heres the
FileAnd heeeere's the story
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Sigun Udibtimnar's diary.
They're dead.
Everyone, dead.
I'm the last sole survivor in this empty fortress.
But I will NOT die.
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I get to work stockpiling all these leftover clothes, they're everywhere. No bodies in sight, just clothes.
As I take a look into the kitchen, I notice something. All the food barrels are forbidden. I can think of no logical explanation why. Other than
SABOTAGEOn my wanderings through the fortress, I happen to stumble on a room full of my dead former companions. This fortress has no need for a 'Mechanic', no, I am a survivor.
Yes! A rescue squad! Surely they have come to take me home to our beautifull mountainhome!
Alas, after they get closer and appear weary from travel, I realise that like me, they're stuck here forever.
Hah, 22 joined me in this place of doom, Don't they realise they're already dead?
Barely days pass, and someone has already joined the dead.
Ooooh whats this? Last man too come here with that look on his face ended up mad. Lets see how this one turns out
Interesting, finally something in this fortress that isn't completely pointless
OR thirsty..
I am lost for words. It's beautiful.
This... weapon.. I feel it calling me. When I touch it, I can hear the screams of the animals that died to make it.. They are calling me too..
Wait, NO! I refuse to succumb to death!
On the other hand... I AM sleepy...
NO!! Wide awake, must get back to digging, can't die, no no no no no. (Around this time he really did sleep for about half a minute)
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Summer now. Still working. Can't trust them, all they do is slack off and drink MY booze. It was better off when it was just me. I had all the food and drink. I needed nothing.
I wonder what I'm building..
I wonder why I'm building..
I know its to keep me sane.. but I feel like some power is commanding me to dig here and build this..
Oh god no, its begun again.
Oh god, It just won't stop..
But wait, a shred of hope!
Being one of the first to wet my parched lips, I resume digging, my, these rocks sure are warm..
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The Survivor was consumed by liquid fun
The rest of this, shall be carried out as a narrative of the fort, with me playing the part of myself
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Although he died to the magma, Sigun is debately the saviour of the fortress. With his sacrifice, we are able to smelt Cassierite and Galena, followed by us forging them into barrels for booze. With the alcohol situation stabalized, I can concern myself with more pressing matters.
Such as this
And
this.
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With the unstable proportion of the fortress dead, we are finally beginning to make progress. No-one is thirsty and the metal industry is running. My current concern is the lack of materials to create a giant corkscrew, necessary for a screw pump.
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Autumn now. Dwarves are still dying, but few, with large spaces between. We also now have a stable drink supply, Just gotta work on getting that pump.
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Things are looking up. With the dwarf trade caravan that came, I was able to trade for enough wood to make a screw and some beds for the fortress. That means, a place to sleep + water.
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Still no water. but I don't think it matters. Pic related
(Also we got beds
)
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I decided to name the guy who made the soopah bone spear 'Trogdor'
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Now its winter. I got the well in place and made some silver doors, cos im cool like that.
I think I got safe water, its hard to tell..
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A little though, should I really be storing food and drink in lead barrels?
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Oooolah! Spring has arrived! Onto the next Leaky Noble!
Aftetr a count in the Unit List, I discovered that 75 dorfs, have found death in this fortress.
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