Journal of Urist Imiknorris, 27th Granite, 1058.
We seem to have entered a strange lethargy, which saps our energy and willpower. Time seems to be affected as well, and our pace would appear normal. Other fortresses have claimed years have gone by, but it is not even Slate yet. I suspect it is because the world is having difficulty handling our fortress. As a result, I have ordered over a hundred animals slaughtered. This order goes unheard over the sound of my previous call to move everything possible up into the tower. Currently, every able-bodied dwarf is moving alcohol up to the third level, and building beds on the second.
Urist's Report, Saturday, July 10, 2010.
All efforts to improve my framerate have failed. At this rate (approx. 2/3 fps), I would need a week of nonstop DF to finish the year. <insert various raging about 41 children, 150+ animals, 130 workers, half-hour to complete a day, etc.> Unfortunately, I am leaving for a (family, aka mandatory) vacation (yes, a vacation from my vacation) one week from tomorrow. I have no idea when I'll be back, and my father is forbidding the "export" of laptop computers from the house.
Right now I do not believe I have the capacity to finish my year. The only alternative I can think of is to let a teammate take over when I leave. Would this be acceptable?
Also, seven forgotten beasts. One was dicking around in an unrevealed part of the cavern.