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[Graebeard]

Are you saying you want to be skipped?

[Rose]

Sorry, I won't be able to finish my turn this week.

So far, each turn has been as long as each turn before it combined.

[Graebeard]

The lack of reply leads me to interpret the last comment as a forfeiture.

Mitchewawa, it seems that you are up.  The fort is crazy, big, and complicated.  Taking a turn is no easy task, as you've seen from the quickness with which others have bowed out.

Are you game?

[Mitchewawa]

I'll be doing bi-daily or tri-daily updates. Incidentally due to turns skipped and poor planning for such incidents I have Deathgate and Skyscrapes on my plate. And I'll be honest, 50 pages is a bit much for me to read so I will definitely not understand a lot of it. Makes for a fun learning experience!

[Graebeard]

Definitely have fun with it.  Take your time, no one else is in line right now, so there's no need to ruch.  The millstones of Skyscrapes grind slow, but they grind exceedingly fine.  Just don't disappear without telling anyone.

I'm pretty familiar with the fortress, so if you're confused or have questions feel free to post here or PM me. 

[Mitchewawa]

Let me tell you, child, about my story. I am the product of years of training, commitment and sacrifice.

Dwarves from across the world flock to Skyscrapes, the legendary tower which pierces the heavens. One such dwarf was Momuz Inktempted; the king of the dwarves. For 1000 years our civilisation has been a bastion of nobility and benevolence; but no longer. This king is corrupt, absent minded in most subjects and oblivious to the plight of the common dwarf. He's a... ☼Silver Spoon☼, in laydwarfs terms.

Now who am I? I go by a common name from my common heritage; Mitch. Word of Skyscrapes spread across the world, the good and the bad. For the first time in the history of civilisation we will be able to feel the warmth of Armok's forge and pierce the heavens! But the bad? It is a project of utmost complexity and impossibility. And our king, in all of his stupidity, is overseeing the great architects and overseers who are building this tower with sweat and blood. He will exploit our toil and use the heavens infinite glory for his own wealth, withholding it from the lower class.

So how did I ever come to take control of this place when no one else apart from the king would? Simple... I killed, and am impersonating, the king.



Since I was young I have been a part of a guild of noble thieves; the protectors of the lower class. I've learnt the arts of shadow, charisma and leadership. But I aspired to more then leading gangs of thieves and homeless children; I wanted to make a difference. The perfect chance came in the least expected place of all; a place where poverty is rare. The monument to the heavens, Skyscrapes.

A swift dagger to the spine, his upper body sailed off in an arc. I and fellow-minded revolutionists dressed me in his garments, cut my hair and beard to match his and dumped his body in the lava. There are around seventy masons working full time on the tower, most others work underground. We were not seen. It was the perfect crime- no, it not a crime; it was the perfect revolution.

I will take the reign of Skyscrapes, I will as per tradition build up five levels to the ninety fifth floor. Not to one hundred; that glory shall not be the one controlled by royalty and blue blood.

The two biggest problems? I'm now king and am expected to behave like one; oppressing the common dwarf. I cannot allow suspicion to befall me; my noble cause would fall quickly to a silver warhammer to the neck. I must be gentle in my insane blue-blooded mandates, but not too gentle.

The other? I'm new here...

And I have no idea where anything is, how anything works or what I'm supposed to do.


OOC: Updates later tonight. On the plus side, I managed to shift my turn back one space so I can devote all of my DF time to just Skyscrapes.

[Mitchewawa]

First log of Mitch; king of Skyscrapes.

22nd Malachite.

I am trying to make sense of this place. Here is a tale of my adventure...

A marvel of dwarven engineering this place is. Magma, drawn from the depths of hell itself, suspended in the air to fuel our forge! I am, needless to say, impressed. I got a puzzled look from the architect I complimented; perhaps he has never seen the king actually congratulate someone?



The dining room; complete with artificial waterfall-mist generators! My astoundment cannot be contained; I am in awe.



Wow! A great symbol, filled with magma. And an olivine lever, suspended in the air! Held by nothing! Truly the engineers of this place are wizards.



Then of course, there is my chambers. Quite a scary thing actually; it is made out of pure fucking glass and surrounded by lava.


Holy shit.

Well, time to make my mark. Strike the tower! I shall start off by removing a small section of the top of the tower...


If you can't tell, the two dwarves on the left are removing the floor from underneath the two on the right. This will end hilariously.

OOC: Short update until I can get the FPS problem sorted. Running on... 5 or so. Anyone mind if I turn off temp?

[Rose]

You can try DFcleanmap. it'll remove all the blood and filth all over the floor, which should speed things up.

[Mitchewawa]

Second log of Mitch, King of Skyscrapes

The foundations are laid, and so sayeth the tower to I, its artisan, "What shall doth thou fashioneth of me?"

And yae, I ordered sections of the roof removed to make room for additions. Over 30 floor-steps were instantly taken away by a horde of masons, and are soon to be replaced with red trees.

There be a lot of trees growing in our farm and storage areas. A sacrifice to the construction, for gold is the vice of the greedy, wood is the practicality of the common.

We have very few pure white blocks, I believe. Disappointing, but I shall requisition more to be mined. And, through foresight and creativeness, allowed garnerite, a bright green ore, to be made into walls. Beforehand, it was banned from construction. It's not like nickel matters, right?

Kimberlite; a personal favourite. I've ordered more garnerite and kimberlite mined out for the construction; and if I find a white stone I'll get that too. Preparation is my agenda.

Today has been a day of planning, tomorrow, one of action.

[Mitchewawa]

Third log of Mitch, King of the Dwarves!

Oh how I love to partake in the listening of music; though I do hate to misuse my followers there are up to 60 dwarves ripe for the hiring as my personal bard!

In lieu of white stone, such as marble or periclase, my two other stones, I'm using pearlash for walls. Crazy right? Pure pearlash! It's a dwarven wonder how that stuff can support more walls!

The mayor requisition a pair of tables; as if my masons are not busy enough! Ahh, such is the ignorance of the nobility.

A lot of time is spent sifting through the stupid stockpiles of the previous rulers, moving them to more appropriate spots. I supposed I could let them fall off the tower, but that'd look ugly; piles of bins of stone blocks floating in our river? I suppose I can spare the workforce to move them...

A mood; some doctor. Judging from his skills, expert in every field of conversation, I think he's going to make an artifact conversation. Hah!

A forgotten beast has come! It's a coati! Whatever that is, it has feathers and is fat. I don't care.

Work continues. Work is slow. Peasants need to work faster.

[Rose]

Spoiler: I'm just leaving these here. (click to show/hide)

[JacenHanLovesLegos]

The Minecraftian Steve has arrived! Beware his deadly pick.

Could you post the save for that?

[Rose]

There's bugs I need to fix first, and you need a modded version of the latest pre-release of minecraft to run it.

[Itnetlolor]

Okay, that looks awesome.

[Graebeard]

Now that is how glass should look.  The magma cube looms greatly.