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[Random_Dragon]

That almost hit my feels as much as cutebolds. ;w;

[SaD-82]

That almost hit my feels as much as cutebolds. ;w;

 

I presume you told the gorlak how you kille dthe opposing lady before becoming its hearthperson?

Nope, I'm now her gardener.
I wanted to become her hearthperson.
On a second thought, this sounded inappropriate concerning her lovely aspect.
And now I can plough her beds and make her happy.

[Untrustedlife]

That almost hit my feels as much as cutebolds. ;w;

 

I presume you told the gorlak how you kille dthe opposing lady before becoming its hearthperson?

Nope, I'm now her gardener.
I wanted to become her hearthperson.
On a second thought, this sounded inappropriate concerning her lovely aspect.
And now I can plough her beds and make her happy.

I mean, even if she says "it was inevitable" you still get the fame so it would work.

[Broseph Stalin]

I worship the god of suicide and rainbows. This is all.

[Max™]

I worship the god of suicide and rainbows. This is all.

I AM THE GOD OF SMILEY FACES AND VOMIT!

This is all.

[SaD-82]

This is all.

The best part of this image is: "Focused!"
Yeah, I bet.

[Max™]

I am very intently barfing.

The only need I had left was take it easy but somehow it was fulfilled in my barfing and painting the room with it.

[Eric Blank]

It was a very relaxing art session.

I became a wereweasel recently. Went for a stroll and slew a cyclops. And a lot of wildlife. Went home and celebrated by playing on some instruments I found. Also figured out how to write, finally. My first original work, a musical composition, was atrocious.

[Max™]

Hey, if anyone criticizes you too harshly you've got a handy comeback.

'Ah, good point... HOLY CRAP A WEASEL!' *point behind them*
"Where?"
'Exactly.' *wereweasel violence ensues*

[Rumrusher]

so I found out that dwarves can write choreography aka write up new dance moves.
...this going to be strange.

[Random_Dragon]

So, I'm an anaconda man, and spawned wearing trousers.

I swiftly removed these silly leggy things and dismantled them, succeeding in getting one scrap of leather for later crafting. Soon I assembled a crew and asked the local lord about any troubles. An army from the local kobold civ, marching on one of our southernmost hamlets when we're up north?

Fuck it, I'm top snek. I can totally arrange a grand rescue mission and get the whole population out before the invaders get there.

EDIT: Bleh. I want to take them all somewhere and be nice about giving a "proper" rescue, but none of those I've asked so far have any family to bring them to.

EDIT 2: Oh. Oh. The whole area, every little hint of wilderness outside this small pocket of civilization, is evil. Zombies everywhere. And I've established quite well in the past that whips are for fighting vampires, not zombies. o3o

[Max™]

so I found out that dwarves can write choreography aka write up new dance moves.
...this going to be strange.

I wish I knew what controlled being able to compose new choreography/write them down, dance skill has no correlation to it.

[Amperzand]

While waiting for the fortress mode fixes, I decided to have some fun with the hidden fun stuff in adventure mode. Expect spoiler tags.

I start out as a human demigod in a small coastal settlement. First I need to become a vampire. I can't seem to find a temple, but it turns out I can ask around about a dwarven vampire, who, it turns out, is the lord of the settlement, and is standing not five paces away from me. (Later digging in legends revealed that the dude never ate anyone, and was generally a pillar of society.) Well I reveal him, shank him, lick his blood off my sword, and then chase him all over the keep Benny Hill-style and kill him. In retrospect, I should have let him live for the benefit of future adventurers, but oh well.

After this not-at-all cold blooded murder, I travel to the nearby necromancer tower, conveniently sandwiched between the two major civilzations of the world. The necromancers and undead turn out to be quite hospitable and let me read up on the secrets of life and death. I am now a demigod vampire necromancer. Time to find the hidden fun stuff!

Asking around in the tower, it seems the necromancers don't know much about where anything is, but they recommend I talk to a well-traveled mantis woman necromancer - who they unfortunately also don't know where she lives. Get that - somewhere in this world, probably on a windy mountaintop, there is a badass mantis woman necromancer who doesn't need no necromancer tower to survive. Officially the most badass person in this world.

Spoiler: Hidden fun stuff (click to show/hide)

Okay, some background. This is a "smaller" world, and the only two demons in the world were both brought into the world by Noloc, the human god of death etc. There are two large goblin fortresses, and the exported info shows two vaults populated by "Blighted Slayers", "Pawns of Noloc" and one "Noloc's Judgment". Everything checks out. I like small worlds, everything is so intimate somehow.

Unfortunately, the lag around the goblin fortress becomes totally unbearable (50 SPF) or I would have tried asking around for the vault but instead I cheat. I storm one vault with my regal arms and armor (copper sword, bronze breastplate and helm) and my terrifying army (a gaggle of undead wolves and giant kea heads). "Pawns of Noloc" turn out to be winged humanoids made of ash - okay, that's not a completely insane description of an "angel". They're fast, but die pretty quick from one or two shield slams - or having their limbs bitten off by undead kea heads.

We effortlessly murder half a dozen Pawns before a Blighted Slayer turns the corner to see what's going on. Surely they're as wimpy? Haha no, these are giant humanoid moose wielding weapons and shields made from "twisting metal". It breaks my leg, but eventually we hamstring it and I can loot the shield and halberd.

After a short trip outside to fix the leg, we delve deeper. Pawns of Noloc get shattered as an afterthought, Blighted Slayers get hamstrung and decapitated, which takes forever. Rinse and repeat for 25 Slayers. Then a Pawn gets in a lucky shot and my leg gets broken again. No matter, I can push on with my zombie army. Undead giant headless moosemen are pretty handy companions, don't you know. Disturbingly, all the time while we're butchering the Slayers, they're stoically musing about how pleased they are that they've improved their skills.

And then I got splattered by the Noloc's Judgment. Didn't even realize what it was in time to get a description of it. Guess I had it coming after storming his vault as his worshipper.

Noloc, eh? Would that be Noloc Clobberrakes?


...Ahh, old DF letsplays by a dude who sounded high all the time.

[Kiloku]

I've went to two different temples already and toppled random statues in them. I never get cursed. How do I find a good, curse-worthy statue?

[YHVH]

I resumed my adventure with my vampire necromancer, went to a tavern and ordered a beer. Only two other people were in there, so I order a beer and started to wait. I was wondering where my beer was, until I found out someone spilled my mug of beer on the floor. I had to pay for that shit as well.