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The logs of "Ryan" Atisashmon, wandering utopian:
-19th Sandstone, 1053:
I have finally arrived. The fortress of SparkGear. Kinda easy to miss, since the entrance is just a hole on the ground. I had heard tales of unspeakable riches down in this place, but what I've found is, instead, my worst nightmare: Parasites! While a small portion of the population does all the work, most everyone else just roams around all day, sucking the fort's resources and throwing parties that last for weeks on end.
That stops now. I must find a way of getting rid of that scum. Normally, I would just make some kind of underwater bunker to live on, but I've found that the area is disappointingly lacking on oceans. I think that I'll need to take extreme measures. Maybe magma will suffice.
- 21th Sandstone, 1053:
How interesting. It seems some of my forerunners were preparing for an occasion like this, and have rigged the whole place with elaborate self-destruct systems. Interestingly enough, most of them are now bedridden with severed limbs. I fear I must keep secret about my projects, lest these parasytes might rebel.
- 30th Sandstone, 1053:
The digging of New Sparkgear has begun. It might take a few months, but hopefully the new fortress will be fully functional and ready to be inhabited. And now, lemme see, what should I do with these beds? Oh yes, I'll carve a few extra living quarters here and...
- 1st Timber, 1053:
Construction is going well. The farming and workshop areas are done, and... hey, why is that bear carrying a gremlin's leg on his mouth? Nah, must be nothing.
- 2nd Timber, 1053:
Gee, that was fast.
It's obviously dead now. The gremlin, not the bear.
- 15th Timber, 1053:
There is something very important I've overlooked when designing the new fortress: my own quarters! Oh well, I guess it's time to put all those gold bars to good use. I've always liked submarines.
Some other stuff happened after that, but it was all minor. Hopefully mr. Ryan will be able to complete his little project before my turn is over.