Journal of Jimmy the JarheadSome bastard left a severed head in my bed this morning. It's a pretty clear message that the citizenry are fed up with martial law. They wanna go outside? FINE! Don't come crying to me when the bodies start piling up.
I'm tired of this all. Bunch of pathetic excuses for dwarves, the lot of 'em. Sitting around fiddling with their crafts and mechanisms, no clue what's really out there. As my final order I commanded my men to dump a massive load of the stuff into the trash compactor, but there's still plenty left. Can't seem to make a dent in all the crap that's lying around, but guess what? Not my problem any more! The SOB can find someone else to clean up his mess. I'm done with it all. I've half a mind to get out and find a new fort, but my men need me here to command, so that's what I'll do. We're probably doomed anyway.
Our training sessions were the highlight of the whole experience. Haha, the feeling of bashing a goblin's brains across the floor, there's nothing like it! Two of our number ended up in the damned excuse for a hospital they pretend we've got, but I haven't got high hopes of seeing them again. Last I heard they'd been conscripted into the Fortress Guard. Well, good luck to 'em. I'm sure any day now we're gonna have a riot, so I'm glad my boys at least have the training to knock some heads together when it happens.
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FPS is still patchy, not much I can do about that. There's a forgotten beast in the caverns, some kind of flying spider. Have fun with that. I fully expect this fort's going to be unplayable soon. I also wouldn't recommend opening the main gate unless you want everyone to die.
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