Missing definition cat mouth... what? Oh right, mayday. Fixed that after grabbing the body raw file from maydays.
So, having loaded the fort it was indeed quite a bloody mess. But, bloody messes is something im quite used to, so off I went to explore some more about the fortress. I immediatelly found a few... weird things.
First of all: every single dwarf had every single labour enabled, but it seems they only had this right before the fortress was last saved, as everyone was storming out of the cramped dining room to plant seeds at once. I spend a few moments blinking and wonder why, and a lot more than a few moments turning off all those redundant labours.
Other weird stuff that I couldnt help but get rid of was the food stockpiles being miles apart, the outside entrance being assymetric and a strategic disadvantage (bowgoblins could kill us from above, which was exactly what they tried later), the utter lack of an army and any weapons having been produced (The z-menu weapon value said 'none') and eventualy the entire south part of the fortress.
Anyhow, on to picking a character. After some searching around for a dwarf that I liked, I eventualy setttled for the only remaining peasant, and turned him into an architect with some pillars.
I picked him for his character.
most miserable infant I seen in a while, hehehe
So now, on to the in-character part! Take note that this part does not necesarily reflect my own oppinion.
Early spring
So, somehow I im writing this. Somehow I turned out to be the next overseer of spearbrain, this cursed, filth filled hole in the ground. I allways thought there wasnt much of a reason why the previous overseers were appointed. Turns out I was right.
I will try and explain how it came to this.
I was trudging through the corridors, scowling at garbage, scowling at the fools that threw it there, scowling at that madness that aflicted them and eventualy scowling at my entire kin.
As I slowly went from stairs to corridors to more stairs all to plant seeds for armok knows what reason, I kicked aside clothes, rocks, rotten food and even some ragged old book.
On my way back to retieving yet another useless seed, I started to wonder about that book, as we dont have many books here at all.
So not feeling much like planting another cursed plump helmet anyway, I grabbed the mottled thing, sat down and began to read.
But it took only one page to make me jump right up, thinking 'oh crud, I gotta dump this before someone...' which was when that elf loving clown Lucied suddenly stood behind me asking 'hey, what you got there?'.
I swear to Armok, this was a set up. But never mind that. This is also an oppertunity! One I intend to use to its fullest!
Finaly I can clean this flith, choas and disorder. And most importantly, finaly I can stop planting those f*cking seeds! I can stop hauling f*cking rocks, and stop cleaning f*cking vomit!
From today, I will be an Architect! Spearbrains one and only!
A truely noble profession that I have allways admired, and which this fortress needs more than anything!
And my first brilliant plan will be, [/font][/size]
(And out of character again) Dont worry about that last part, I built that up quite nicely. I will write the next part once I got enough for a good story.