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[darkrider2]

There is a wiki page on the CAT_MOUTH thing. You'll probably just have to edit the game file like it says and it should work.

[Lucied]

http://mayday.w.staszic.waw.pl/~mayday/upload/DFG22.zip  Here's where you can get it. Don't worry. It's perfectly safe.

[Imp]

Thanks guys!  Fixing the cat mouth lead to a missing reaction error, but getting the correct version of DF for this is a working answer.  Starting play now.

[Kamudo]

So, I guess we're all stuck playing the Mayday version, yeah?

Any objections to that? I should've realized that error previously. Sorry guys. D=

[Imp]

I have no objection to it myself.  The only thing I miss at all is that dwarf therapist (least the version I have) doesn't interact with it so I'll have to manually handle job changes (and I'm a bit OCD about which dwarves do what jobs and when, so I'll just have to deal with much clicking ;p).

[Imp]

(I picked for my narrator one 'Tun Lancecurls', a Miller who arrived mid-spring of the second year of the fort, worships a god of oaths and loyalty, and shares a grudge with Solon Kamudo Constructfountains, the character chosen by our OP.  Included within my writing will probably be comments sparked by this grudge between the two - which in no way represent my own feelings!  I've absolutely no grudge against Kamudo myself)


sunrise, 1st of Granite, 203, the very start of Spring.

So this is the famed Expedition Journal, and I got me hands on it now.  Most o' the grunts are busy jostling around the statue but I ain't so sloshed I can't remember what day it is.

It's first of spring and by these marks I make meself leader of our cavern, upholding the fine traditions of Spearbrain.  Solon Kamudo, may her beard bald and our grudge never die, did one mighty fine thing in making this tradition and I'm taking advantage of it now.  I got here mid spring last year, and I've been staring at this journal most o' the year.  By Lilar's loyalty I swear oath that I, Tun 'Imp' Kubukamem, shall lead this cavern towards wealth this whole year.


To water the seed of this my swearing afore me god o' his oaths and this journal o' the leaders of Spearbrain, I proclaim first that we ha' been partying until our beards are fermented but not enough work has been getting done, so no more parties are to be held for the rest of this year.  And that the one still going on from last year had better be stopped within the hour.

I been smelling wolf hides rotting away untanned and there's other hides that maybe can be saved. and we've all been drinking more wine then I think's right.  I ain't had a drop o' me favorite beer since I came here and there's no wheat to brew any, nor any seeds to grow wheat so I'm in a vile temper and everyone will be getting to work doing -something- before two hours have passed or they'll need more than a consoler to comfort them after I get done with what's left o' their beards and behinds.

I can see a mountain goat's corpse getting ready to rot from where I write and a pile of bones beside it have been left outside to crumble away.  Ain't none been tending to these valuable resources and that changes now.  Also we ain't got but one gem and it's already cut.  There's only a single length of silk thread amongst all the cloth we have.  And there ain't any shell to work either, so fixing these lacks be among some of me main goals - but first we're going to build ourselves a real dining room where we can sit and have ourselves a bite when the belly calls.  I've stayed standing when I wanted to eat something for this whole year, and by Lilar that's ended now!

Welp, time to get this oath in motion.

[Kamudo]

-Claps- That was actually pretty amazing. I got a few laughs out of it, thanks. =D

Can't wait to hear what happens next. ^^

[Imp]

4th of Granite 203, early spring

A very good thing happened today and a very bad thing too.  I've shouted about both 'til my throat's sore, but I ain't done smoking from either so I guess I'll write until my fingers are tired.  If I still ain't done I can always shout some more, enough mugs a wine aught ta sooth my throat enough afor that and the one thing we're lucky to still have enough of is all that wine.

I'd cornered Solon Kamudo in our food and drink stockpile and had her against the wall telling her that we had enough fish for now and she could turn her hands to something we actually need done.  I was suggesting something like tanning some of the stinking hides or getting sun-sick gathering some wild spring berries and roots so we can have some variety to drink when she started a little brawl.

Fair enough, and she had me by the sideburns and me head crooked something painful against a barrel afore friendly hands pulled her off.  They was still friendly cause I was telling her first afore I told everyone else that I wanted everyone working on all the many, many things that we need done.  Sure felt good to see her beard bristle like that, though I gotta remember she's a bit more agile than meself and got a right mean kick.

So everyone was cursing me as they realized that I meant it, everyone was going to be doing a lot more work of all sorts when I saw it.  Glowing red and low to the floor, just starting to coil itself 'round the base of a barrel - a firesnake in the food storage.  Gladly it were circling a barrel of juicy fish and not one of the many ale barrels, but a firesnake can explode them barrels as fast as magma can if they curl up real tight.

So everyone thought they was cursing before.  They can keep cursing louder if they like, but they've all got twice as many tasks to do now until every last beer barrel is moved far, far away from our quiet volcano.

Fact, I'll go see how that's getting on now.  Get me some more wine too, and maybe see if I can't find another firesnake or two ta kick since there's no beer to drink and probably won't be for this whole year too, what with no seeds to grow wheat.

[Lucied]

I demand screen shots! D:< *!!Lucied!! started throwing a tantrum*

[Imp]

*Attempts to console !!Lucied!!*

As of yet, no fire has occured.  I understand that could happen at any moment though, and it sure got my attention when I spotted one inside the room.  A cat got it shortly afterward, but firesnakes (and cats) are fairly common beasts in this fort.  Here's a picture of another firesnake quite (but not dangerously) close to the not-yet-moved alcohol, and shows where these things are in relation to each other... this is a very small fort still (by my standards), at least the belowground bits are, and I had to excavate to have room to move the alcohol, so it's still there for !!now!!.

And I keep getting interrupted, both to write about events and to deal with real life interruptions that keep happening, so my turn's going very slowly... my r/l FPS is about 14 atm    But I should have my turn over with by tommorow night, I know the person to follow me is eager to start too!

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7th of Granite

Solon Kamudo's as fickle as felsite.  No sooner did shouts of a baby abirthing rise than Solon was shouting she should be mayor and treated as such.  No more grubbing for longland grass or rat weed she says, it's time everyone drop all they do to make her fancy rooms and such.  The bad side is that enough agreed so she's our mayor now, but at least none agreed with her shouts that she shouldn't have to gather plants anymore.

I got great pleasure in shaking this here journal before her eyes to remind our great Mayor that by her own hand, Mayor or not, I'm leader for this year.  I'm half expecting her first mandate will forbid the writing in a' journals.

I did agree that our mayor should have fancy rooms, only 'cause there's honor in our village having fine rooms for its mayor - but not because Solon herself deserves anything better than a torn bag half full of elf-wishes for her bed.


9th of Granite

Been a busy spring so far and then them elves came back again this year.  I'm more than half hoping they brought a torn bag or some such.  I've given orders that the furnishings for our fine mayor be made once the tables and chairs we worthy sods deserve for enjoying our vittles in comfort get finished first, but I'd be right proud to give Solon precedence and set her up right away if them elves bring anything tattered enough.

17th of Granite

I should have had our broker check the goods these elves brought before I wasted anyone's time hauling trade goods there.  The broker opened trading to find that them elves had brought nothing but a middling quantity of cloth, around 5000 value worth.  Fair enough, since they wasted our time hauling our goods to trade we wasted their time too and seized the lot of it.  The cloth's fairly well made, certainly not what I was hoping for Solon's elven cloth either.

It's not been a good day at all, but at least I can rest my duff as I eat goat tonight, since there's seven seats been finished in our dining room.  That's not a lot of space to share between all fifty of us but if I've got to I'll just wave this book and remind someone they'd better give me their seat or I'll send them out to gather plants or something.  There's been some progress on the new cavern where we will store our brew, place our glorious mayor's fine rooms, and continue expanding into as needed.  And the elves are already preparing to leave, that's something else nice too.

edit: Screenshot switched to imageshack, hope it opens for the people who couldn't see it before.

[Imp]

24th of Granite

Solon radiates annoyances like magma does heat.  I'm thinking of sending her off to gather plants at the far end of our land, mebby the long walk will tire her enough that she stops being such a bother.

Today she mandated that electrum must be worked.  Never mind that we haven't a working forge to house our anvil.  Ignore that our only metal ores contain copper and iron.  Forget the waste of time to chop more trees for fuel, since we've no coal and our quiet volcano houses more than one imp and at least one fire man that we've not dealt with yet.  She says that she's always wanted our village to develop a metalworking industry, now's just fine and electrum is where to start.

Furthermore, she's been complaining since she caught sight of her future rooms.  The floor is being smoothed now, but she's angry that there's no walls.  She's got plenty of space and she's going to have a short walk to the brew and the dining room, even the stairs are close, but she doesn't care about that. "Walls keep the heat out," she yells.  "Walls cool a room off," she claims.  She whines, "I need a door".  She really needs a gag, and I really need a drink.

9th of Slate (midspring)

What a mess.  When I'd called our hunter back from hunting, he had been so glad he didn't have to wear his armor in the heat any longer, he just stripped it off out in the wilds.  And not bothered to tell me about this.  First I knew of it was when someone shouted about a monkey running by with a steel cap in its hands.

I let Solon give that lecture.  Now we've a place to keep any armor not being worn, and everyone's been told to keep it there or next time they thirst their mug'll be filled with dust, and not a drop of anything wet until they've swallowed it down.

But that was after the chase.  Today we lost that steel cap as well as a leather high boot and a leather armor.  I mobilized several bobbins nearby to run after the beasts, but only two rhesus were caught.  Their hides can replace those leatherworks, but I'm at a bit of a loss about that cap.

And this ain't all the mess.  Once the recruits got back there was a right row about how they shouldn't be asked to do that sort of work, being their not trained for it or nothing.  And then a huge argument about how we don't have so much as a sheriff, no guards or nothing.  By Lilar's loyalty, I vowed to increase our wealth, not give a bunch of sods permission to goof off in parties or wrestling or none of that nonsense.  I'm not backing down on that either, may Lilar burn my beard if I do.

I ordered a wall built across the outermost part of our entranceway.  There's a gap wide enough for a wagon and the cage traps I'd said to make so we can work towards reducing our eventual fire imp problems to come got placed in a row of traps there.  And I've ordered more made, so we can have enough for both the magma dwellers and a few more to guard our entrance.

You'd think most of us worshipped war and death.  The cursing is worse from this command than when I ended parties for the year.  Almost half the village worships either Lisig of food and peace or Tustem the patron of happiness, but I had to shake our journal of leadership over my head to quell the shouting long enough to remind that I ruled for this year, by right of the journal, and all would do as I say.

Only to hear someone say, though I didn't see who, "You gonna hold that book while you're dead, coward?"  The voice was male, so it couldn't be Solon Kamudo, but when I looked at her she was smirking over her beard.

There's only one brighter side to this day.  It started raining this morning.  It's so hot I doubt any water will gather in any of the dried pools, but if it does we can possibly tunnel below fast enough to capture some.  Hard to believe these gits want to fight or even spar when there's no water to help with healing.

I guess after I die or when this year ends, the next leader's gonna tear down the wall and dig up the traps.  Fine with me, my oath'll be met by then.

Our current entranceway

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edit: Screenshot switched to imageshack, hope it opens for the people who couldn't see it before.

[Lucied]

Very nice Imp, very nice indeed. The only issue I have is that the screenshots don't wanna pop up when I click on the Spoiler thingy, other than that. I'm jealous for your creativity. when mine were attempts at it. =P

[Imp]

Thanks for the praise!  Err, can you see the screen shots at all, or are they just broken link symbols for you?  Here's direct links to where the two are hosted (for me opening the spoiler opens the pictures fine, not sure what I did wrong when I made them?)

http://s4.postimage.org/PLHY0-05698b5b6851a0cf1715566833eb534c.png

http://www.postimage.org/image.php?v=TsmS1wr


And there's nothing wrong with your writing at all, and I enjoyed reading it.  I think the thing's to have fun with the game, and that done, all's good

[Grimsledge Bloodbeard]

Im somewhat new to this game, but it is enormously fun, and I was wondering if anyone minded me trying my hand in this succession?

[Imp]

Welcome in, Grimsledge!  Kamudo's the one to say yes, but I wanted to say hello ;P

19th of Slate

I'd gone to the edge of our garbage platform which overlooks the quiet volcano when I saw the imp.  It was perched on the side of the vent like a burning bird, and it didn't see me.  Seemed to be asleep.

I sent our best miner to chisel away a gap in the barrier between our cavern and the caldera, watching to make sure the beast never stirred, then sent a dozen of the sods who'd complained the most in to try and kill it before it knew what was happening.

Surprisingly, they succeeded.  Two of our battlers ran ahead and along the volcano's wall, and the beast gave chase before launching a fireball.  Its back was to the gap as the rest of the squad poured through, and it was dispatched without incident.  We've seen several imps squabbling atop the lava though, so we know this is not the only one there.  Someone is sealing the caldera again as I write this, and I'm keeping my eye on the enthusiastic butcher as she uses a slab of stone to steady the corpse as she butchers it.  Crude, but it seems to be keeping her hands and clothing from catching aflame.

Some sod's just brought back a dead ratman to throw on the garbage heap and rot.  Not much profit in rat bones, but I suppose they will have their place somewhere.

28th of Slate

Solon Kamudo's rooms are finished, may a firesnake crawl up her nose and out an ear.  And the brew is moved at last, for all there's still not one draft of beer in any of the barrels.  I'm directing our three miners to turn to exploratory tunnels now, and our stockpiles are slowly filling with things of value, mostly socks from all the bolts of cloth we have.  The rains passed without collecting so much as a large puddle, so dry and hot is the ground.

10th of Felsite (late spring)

An adventurous dungeon master has arrived, and he tells us that there were some migrants who arrived with him, but these others have fallen behind but will hopefully join us soon.  I've ordered his rooms started, and when we greeted him and Solon introduced him to me and our Journal he said that was quite a quaint custom. 

13th of Felsite

I've been meaning to go and see what's holding these immigrants back, but I cannot concentrate on migrants today.  Cloth and clothing is far more interesting.  There's so many designs one can weave as one cuts and stitches it.  So many patterns and ways one can shorten and lenthen the ties to affect how it will drape and flow, how the shadows will interplay over the material.  And a few places where decorative stone really strengthens the colors.  There's a few merits that cloth has over silk, quite a few.  And this one design, One very special Design.  Yes, it is the Design, I think will Be The Best That Has Ever BEEN MADE.

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edit: Screenshot switched to imageshack, hope it opens for the people who couldn't see it before.