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[Vorthon]

Not for me 
Hundred-ish jabberer meat weighing me down though.

Ehhh... what?

I killed a buzzard, and I couldn't butcher its corpse even though I had a bladed weapon.

[Serrational]

I use a bronze shortsword, don't know 'bout you. You pressed 'x', right? In that case, try starting with knapper .

[Rumrusher]

going to start testing if I can raise Dwarf eggs from a reaction in adventure mode using a abandon nest box that was built for this experiment hopefully I don't need to eat or drink for the time spent waiting.

[Vorthon]

I found a town, composed entirely of shops, with a population of over 1000, with each shop crammed with several dozen shopkeepers. Which happened to belong to a race of modded-in cat people. :3

[Grue]

I can't find a fortress with people in it I found one with a huge herd of hedgehogs though.

[TolyK]

people, we've got bugs.
...
on a related note every time I pick something made of wool the game freezes.

[Serrational]

on a related note every time I pick something made of wool the game freezes.

No problem for me..

I can't find a fortress with people in it I found one with a huge herd of hedgehogs though.

An epic of epicness is there.

EDIT: Jabberer just injured my hand, and I have lost my ability to stand from that. Wha?

[TolyK]

nerve damage? also, your leg could've been hit, and healed, but the nerve was split permanently.
check your health screen [z>whatever] for problems.

[Fistbeard]

I punched a dragon in the head until it died.
Also this.

[varnish]

The journey to the Dragon's lair was long and bloody. We left the castle twelve strong, but after a week of travel, goblin ambushes had reduced our number to four. Four battle scarred veterans. The beast we faced was infamous. It had killed dozens, perhaps hundreds. Its lust for gold and murder was rumored to be unquenchable. This battle would be the stuff of legends.

The dragon emerged from its filthy cavern home, roaring and belching smoke, a sight terrible to behold.

A pikeman stabbed it in the head and it died instantly.

On the way back home, everyone was devoured by saltwater crocodiles.

I need to play adventure mode more often.

[Vorthon]

The journey to the Dragon's lair was long and bloody. We left the castle twelve strong, but after a week of travel, goblin ambushes had reduced our number to four. Four battle scarred veterans. The beast we faced was infamous. It had killed dozens, perhaps hundreds. Its lust for gold and murder was rumored to be unquenchable. This battle would be the stuff of legends.

The dragon emerged from its filthy cavern home, roaring and belching smoke, a sight terrible to behold.

A pikeman stabbed it in the head and it died instantly.

On the way back home, everyone was devoured by saltwater crocodiles.

I need to play adventure mode more often.

Actually sounds pretty normal for Adventure Mode

[varnish]

Yeah, I know. I was just amused by the sheer anti-climax-ness of it. And by the fact that the saltwater crocodiles were living in the desert.

[Vorthon]

Yeah, I know. I was just amused by the sheer anti-climax-ness of it. And by the fact that the saltwater crocodiles were living in the desert.

So? Try being in an epic battle against an outlaw, then, suddenly, *WHUMP* (Or *SLASH*), there goes my brain. That's anti-climatic.

[The Merchant Of Menace]

Yeah, I know. I was just amused by the sheer anti-climax-ness of it. And by the fact that the saltwater crocodiles were living in the desert.

So? Try being in an epic battle against a peasant an outlaw, then, suddenly, *WHUMP* (Or *SLASH*), there goes my brain. That's anti-climatic.

Corrected that for you

[Vorthon]

Yeah, I know. I was just amused by the sheer anti-climax-ness of it. And by the fact that the saltwater crocodiles were living in the desert.

So? Try being in an epic battle against a peasant an outlaw, then, suddenly, *WHUMP* (Or *SLASH*), there goes my brain. That's anti-climatic.

Corrected that for you

Ouch... my near-nonexistant pride...