Diary of Robocorn Betanlorbam
My damn dwarfs say that th' Skelk that K.O.'d Heyguys is still active an' that it'll get 'em if they get close. I tell Urist t' go take care of it, the psycho seems pretty thrilled about fighting the undead monstrosity.
While they're out fighting the first skelk, a second one runs into th' hole where we currently reside an' starts buttin th' hell out o' the spare dog I brought fer food.
The dog seemed to be doomed but at least it was doomed effectively. Urist is currently laying in th' same spot as heyguys in similar condition having done no damage t' th' skelk.
As The battle raging on our front door is scaring Samrek and Andreus away I choose to lead them t' a distant shore t' hide. A good thing too, a horde o' th' abominations comes trottin' out righ' through where we made our camp, chasin' away our heroic dog.
While we hide on th' north part o' th' shore The skelks break into what would have been our domicile.
By the time we're almost done with our protection, a damn skelk comes out o' nowhere and attacks one o' our dogs, scarin' us from th' relative safey we enjoyed.
We make a break fer it to a distant tree in hopes we could avoid th' damned thing. They were becoming kind of a pain.
we arrive hungry and tired and incredibly hung over from not getting a consistent supply o' booze th' whole time.
Heyguys an' Urist seem to be fine comparably, enjoying a carefree coma being slowly broken to pieces by the skelks. They seem so blissfully unaware that they haven't eaten or drank in months. Woulda been nice if Urist hadn't brought
th' axe with 'im, could o' used that about now.
The time 'ad come, in a drunken frenzy, we mad a break for th' sweet booze an' toadman brains in the stockpile. It's almost like th' elk were guardin' it th' whole time.
The dwarfs scattered, I dunnae about their craft, but they make good decoys, I at least got t' th' booze.
I had fleeting thoughts of walling myself in with th' food...
Maybe not fleeting...
...Well I didn't do that, what would everyone think of me?
I walled myself in with Krimson!
I hear their footsteps outside. I could really use a good chat with Andreus, I'll just stand here until I can talk to him.
As I've waited in here, Krimson has begun th' construction o' a farm so we can maintain our dwarven lifestyle in the crowded burrow. Soon e'll be saying we should drink from the same mug an' crowd together fer warmth. I ain't buying that, If I swung that way I wouldn't be in this mess. I'll just stand by th' wall.
I think about now Samrek an' Andreus should be constructin' a butchery so as to turn them puppies int' tasty morsels but they keep gettin interrupted woodcuttin' by th' damn skelks. But why would I think that?
Over the following weeks I wait to meet 'em, stopping only from vigilance t' eat. I hear the screams of Andreus as he repeatedly tries to get close t' th' wall only to be chased away by the skelks. I hear the yelping of dogs and the cries of Samrek. I have plenty of food where I am, so it matters not for me, but I cannae help but feign concern.
The second death is Samrek, by dehydration. I dinnae know how, we've got plenty of booze *slurrp*.
Andreus passes from this world also and Krimson throws a tantrum. If by tantrum he means walking to the stairs and calming down, th' guy 'as pretty mild emotions it seems.
I wonder how Urist an' Heyguys are doing...
thats all for tonight, it would be easier to get through my turn if interesting things would quit happening, I hope I'll remove some anger by trying to get through a couple of months every day.
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