1st Granite, 281, Early Spring
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As long as the eye can see there is... well, not much of anything. Sure, there are trees and snow covered shrubbery
everwhere, but there is no mountain. Not even a hill. Not even a single stone. Let me repeat that: The entire
landscape is utterly and completely flat.
It is also eerily silent. Well, the horse and the mule pulling this wagon seem to be at their limit so I guess this
is where our new great dwarven stronghold will be. Time to wake up the peasants that paid for this trip!
3rd Granite
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"Urist McBalls has been quite content lately. He has lost an annoying acquantance to tragedy recently. He has been
satisfied at work recently."
After the initial shock of realizing we are in the middle of a flat, snow-covered wasteland, the peasants have been
scouring the area for food. They didn't find any. Instead something seems to have found us. A group of three hideous
harpies are watching us from the distance. One of the particularily stupid peasants has decided to hunt them.
Unfortunately his hunting tools consists of his bare hands and a complete lack of fighting ability.
15th Granite
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After almost two weeks of peasants trying to eat/being eaten by harpies, I seem to be the only one left. I've kept
myself busy trying to see if I can't for the love of god find at least ONE edible plant. Not because I'm dying of
hunger yet, but I'm DYING to brew myself a drink...
20th Granite
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I found a prickle berry!
2nd Slate
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After much labor I have managed to convert my wagon into a still and a barrel. Time to make myself a drink. Ahh....
7th Slate
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Just when I think that it might actually be possible to survive in this wasteland, even finding myself some
strawberries, a freaking snowstorm comes. It's mid spring!!! What is this place?
12th Slate
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I just realized that after one and a half month, my entire glorious dwarven fortress consists of a still and one
barrel of booze.
9th Felsite
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After running from a harpy for, I kid you not, FOUR DAYS, they gave up and/or decided my horse looked a lot tastier.
Good, then I can go back to my paradise of frozen vegetable hunting. Does anyone have any idea how it is to only eat
food that must be thawed in the mouth before it can be chewed?
20th Felsite
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My horse is fine by the way. That old bugger can actually move pretty fast after all. Too bad I already disassembled
the wagon...
1st Hematite
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It is now summer. My ass it is. I just fell asleep decorating the local never-thawing ice. Trust me, you do not want
to experience waking up in the middle of the summer freezing to death on a permanently frozen lake.
6th Hematite
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Holy balls, I was just etching in the story of my life on the ice when boom, it broke.
Urist McBalls drowned at Romanticabbey. Survived for 3 months and 6 days.
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Ok, so my experiences: I didn't realize in advance that I would die of thirst unless I spent one of my 3 "depot" making wood from the wagon to make a barrel to brew myself a drink. Dying from drowning was stupid. I just wanted to do one engraving before it thawed :<
I shall try again. I'm using the function so ironically named "Find desired location". It gave me an almost identical location, in the same Ruthless Marsh, except this time my fortress is called Pulleyrose. I may disagree with that being desired.