I'm still thinking if should ask you just what the doomsday device
is or loading up the game and trying to understand for myself, and I believe more fun and
fun would arise from the second option so..
EDIT:
Oh,
that kind of doomsday device.
Btw, looks like I'll be mostly disregarding my dwarf's personality.
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8th of Granite, Early Spring of 53...Well then. My name is Put Orbthrones,
Ranger Grand Novice Brewer, and it appears that as of ..18 hours ago, approximately, I am in charge of overseeing the progress and well-being of this Dwarven settlement. Now hold on a minute you might tell me, what does a Brewer have to do with running fortresses, doesn't that seem like it could be dangerous, or at the very less reckless and irresponsible? And if you happen to do that I'll agree with you wholeheartedly , but then again if you try telling that to the previous, king-appointed, I-hope-is-experienced Overseer, like *I* did, you won't get much out of that besides a short talk about the importance of tradition and a stone tablet with a summary of the Hamlet's state, which I've kindly included.
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I spent way more time than I should have arranging this image)
"Hey now!" You might also say, "It looks like we have absolutely nothing to eat
or drink Mr. Orbthrones!" and, again, you will be right.
Now I'm not what you would call an uptight dwarf, but I do realize that a good Fortress needs a bit of order in order to remain sane, and, preferably, alive, so the first official action I have partaken in is announcing that any further talk about "not wanting to deal with cursed items" would be followed by a nice warm magma bath for that Dwarf. I can only stand waking up in a big pile of rope reed pants for so long.
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Also looks like my Dwarf is wearing a dress and is a guy? Hey, valid lifestyle choice, man. (Nobody can really notice under the robes anyways)
Anyways, on with the fort:
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9th of Granite, Early Spring of 53I asked the Bookkeeper, (Who's also the previous Overseer,) Phil, If he can fill me in on the situation of all of our stocks, turns out he never really bothered to make accurate counts and was satisfied enough with his educated guesses. When I asked him to make his records as accurate as he can from now on he agreed but he said that he would need an office set up for him, when I was talking later with a friend, Lorbam Windtwinkle, he informed me that as Hamlet Manager he would also need an office to properly fulfill his duties, I decided that it would be best to assign Phil as Hamlet Manager as well so I won't have to build two different offices, even if it means leaving a friend with the symbolic position of "Expedition Leader".
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By the way, I'm using Dwarf Manager, hope that's cool with everyone.
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