(I'm probably going to savescum (back to the fucking beginning) because I killed everyone, but since I spent two hours on this, enjoy its noncanonness)
Diary of Robocorn Betanlorbam
Th' new dwarves are a boon t' me senses, doing all th' work I never planned on doing an' carrying in all th' items we left outside.
It surely is a blessing that something distracted th' skelks so they could all get in. I haven't seen skelk in quite a while. I wonder what happen'd t' all o' them.
27 Malachite, 501.
A chillran through me spine, Heyguys, who 'ad endured being teabagg't by skelks for no less'n five months 'ad drawn 'is last breath. Let us nau remembra 'im as a pacifist bu' as a man who could be kick'd in th' face fer months on en' an' nau die. I salute ye' Heyguys.
today I found a nice juicy plump helmet in th' food stockpile. I hid it away in a crack in th' wall be'ind a barrel so nobody would get it before me. I'll enjoy it tomorrow with some dwarven wine an' enjoy th' good times.
Diary of interim scribe Erib Shembidok, Fish Dissector
Thah right queer dwarf that was always mumblin' t' 'imself was finally taken out. Fer some reason Krimson wanted me t' make a reprt o' this so I did. He says e'll find someone else t' do it when 'e 'as th' time an' that I be useless cuz there be no fish in th' cave.
So, this righ' mad dorf named Bobbycon or somethin' starts ravin' 'bout how someone touch'd 'is
plump helmet an' how he was gon o' kill every las' one o' us fer ruinin' 'is day. Th' mad dorf ran t' th' craftworks an' tried t' attack someone so good ol' Krimson decared't everybody 'is Granite Gods an' told us t' stop Robconnel at any cos'. We all ran int' th' romm an' grabb't the sucker an' pulled. Th' guy was strong but there were five o' us. as 'e struggle't, Reg Mafoludar strangle't th' rampagin' psycho until e' fell down dead.
Ev'n afterwards we all felt righ' sorry fer wha' we done, Krimson was th' most sadden't by th' loss o' 'is friend, 'e told us t' make a tomb fer Ropercon cuz 'e deserv'd one an t' clean up th' blood. I think I may come t' enjoy this job, I look forward t' chronicling th' events in Battlefailed
Diary of interim scribe Dîshmab Obokidos, Herbalist
I guess it's my turn t' write everything down, I hope I don't succumb t' th' same fate as that other scribe, why would that happen? He was a useless fish dissector, I'm a herbalist.
Krimson killed Erib in a fit o' rage after th' death of his
secret lover best friend Robocorn. I could personally couldn't care less about either o' them, Erib was a waste o' flesh an that Robocorn guy is responsible for this vile place.
Krimson knocked out Likast before calming down, it must be pretty stressful running this place. He said to make a coffin for Erib too, so he doesn't smell, a wise decision.
I'm a little freaked out now, Krimson struck down Likast in the hall in another fit of rage, maybe we should have that guy quarantined.
These outburst are becoming a little less bearable. The maddwarf broke my arm and leg and is currently beating up Matuin like there's no tomorow.
Thankfully he stops short o' killing him before calming down.
With Matuin's vote I've replaced him as militia leader.
As Matuin and I lie on the floor for weeks with major injuries, Krimson puts forth a plan to create arable farmland in our fort, his idea involves flooding it slightly with seawater, When I tell him that not even plump helmets would grow in the sand from the bottom of the blueness of malodors, he just laughs at me and marks the wall anyway.
I'm beginning to learn why Likast and Erib are still rotting in the halls, Krimson has been dedicating empty coffins to people I've never even heard of.
It takes longer than I thought for them to put away the corpses, they at least bring Matuin to the bed to heal, somewhere along the line they construct a well to give us water.
Krimson has been having a good day lately, he's ready to flood the farms.
FUUUUUUCCKK!!!!
The game didn't end because Urist is being immortal.
Well, I guess we vote, savescum or Andreus reclaims?
I really need an aspirin.