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[Dermonster]

Journal of Derek Edanuzol. (2nd writing. Damned backspace key. Erased all my work by going back a page.)

We're finally here! It's a relief getting out of that white room. I don't even know why I was in there in the first place. The doctors kept saying somKILLTHEM ALLething about DID but I don't know what they were talking about. They also gave me a bag of odd capsules, but I lost them in a swCRUSHKILLDESTROYamp on the way over. Whoopsie! Anyway, the other dwarves here are nice. Except Diabous. He hates me for some reMAIMKILLBURNason. I don't know why. I've barely talked to the guy. His machinery (From what I've heard of it) sounds fascinating. I wonder if he could use any help. I AM an expert on an ultra rare science known as ReSABOTAGEANDASSASINATEalism. Did you know that the sun is actually a giant ball of gas billions of Urists away? Fascinating stuff.

Anyway, I had a hobby of carpentry back before I was sent to the white room (For no reason I migBURNTHEMALIVEht add) so I'm the new carpenter and tree cutter. I don't actually cut the trees though, I just walk up to them and poof! they're a usable log. There's usually a disturbing amount of wood shavings around the arHACKANDSLASHea though. That's all for now, but I'll keep you updated!
SeeYOUINHELLya!

[TheCatfish]

Name: Kuntatlosh Oban (Catfish Bone)

Profession: Migrant Mechanic/Mason/Engraver

Back-story & goals: Hailing from the mountainhomes Kunatlosh seeks to make his fortune in the world. Crossing realities to arrive in the one of 0.31 or 2010 he felt that that reality would be sufficient, the one he'd left had too many dragons in dungeons. He searches for the mythological dwarven Staff of Sobriety spoke of in tales across the multiverse; With it he'd begin his drunken rampage across the world creating more drunken things of doom!

[Diablous]

Journal of Diablous.

That damn Derek! He steps on my foot, punches me in the gut, and threatens to skin me alive and has the guts to say he doesn't remember a thing! I hate that freaking psycho! Calm down D. He sees this, he'll probably do more than threaten. I'm going to have to sleep with one eye open now.

In other news, we have coal, iron, and aluminum available. Can't make mechanisms out of metal, so I don't really care. Maybe Golko will let me make some mechanisms out of the raw ore. Also, he made Gumbar the bookkeeper and broker. He's been kinda smug about it. Not sure why, now he has to waste time taking inventory and trying to not get ripped off by traders, and not piss them off. Congratulations! When you aren't mining, you have to count rocks and talk to foreigners!

Also, I've been drawing up plans for a farm. Gumbar and Jack have been mining it out, I have to irrigate it. Arbol gave me some advice. Turns out he CAN talk, but he does not know our language very well. I'm thinking of using a lever activated floodgate connected to the brook. Maybe with a long corridor to drain away excess water incase we leave the gate open too long.

Also been working on future plans for the fort with the others. Golko seems to want everyone to always have a food stockpile three urists away, no matter where you are. His judgement is as bad as his cooking. The rest of us(even Derek) are worried about the hospital, farms, the trading depot, and making sure we don't wind up as bloodstains on goblin weapons.

Also, we all have beds! But they were made by Derek. I checked mine three times to make sure he didn't rig it to kill me. I advise the others to do the same.
 
Things are uneventful, but I would rather have a boring life than be dead. But the latter seems more and more likely with Derek around. I need a drink, although I swear Golko's swill makes you sober.
 
Can't think of anything else to write. More later.
 
 
 
OOC: dermonster, I assume you are talking about Multiple Personality Disorder. Technically Dissociative Identity Disorder is the proper term.

[Dermonster]

I don't know what it means exactly, but what I'm talking about is that my char occasionally has homicidal-driven Whiteouts in which he has no memory recollection of. He finds it odd that time has passed in the blink of an eye and that he's in a completely different place, but pays no mind to it. or something. Whatever you said. It works.

[Diablous]

I don't know what it means exactly, but what I'm talking about is that my char occasionally has homicidal-driven Whiteouts in which he has no memory recollection of. He finds it odd that time has passed in the blink of an eye and that he's in a completely different place, but pays no mind to it. or something. Whatever you said. It works.

Sounds kinda like DID. Basically, it's having multiple personalities. Link

[gumball135]

Gumbar's Journal, 10th Malachite, 314, Mid-Summer

Things are fine and dandy. Work on the hospital and the irrigation of the farms is progressing pretty quickly, halted only by Diablous' decision to take a break. Lazy swine! If I were leader, nobody would be slacking off like that. El Arbol's speech is improving rapidly. Just the other day, I heard him use the word ''asshole''. I'd have preferred if he hadn't been using it to describe myself, but what can you do. It's still progress!

 The only worrying bit of news is that our food stocks are low. Hopefully we can hold out till the farms are up and running. I would've se-... I mean, Golko would've sent out Miguel to hunt some groundhogs, but I-... he knows that the elephants are still out there somewhere, waiting for us to drop our guard.

 Plans have also started on construction of the above-ground trading centre. It'll be surrounded by a big wall with crossbow-dwarf emplacements along it. Speaking of trading centres, I hope the elves arrive soon. They'll be able to get a good look at all of Derek's hard work clearing down trees around the entrance to the fort. Plus, I wanna steal their stuff. I am a DWARVEN trader, after all.

 See you soon. Kiss-kiss! (Wait, who am I talking to again?)

17th Malachite, 314, Mid-Summer

Migrants! 5 of them in all, bringing our total population count to 12. Yeah, Golko was completely unprepared. What an incompetant loser. If I were leader, I'd have them all resting down in a grand dining room before they could say, ''Wow Gumbar, really nice fortress you have here. You are such an awesome leader. Can we give you a back-rub? You deserve it after all your hard work. Short beards are better than long beards, by the way.''

...

 Yeah. Which brings me to my next point; WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A DINING ROOM! I'm bringing this up at the next board meeting. Aaaanyways, where was I? Oh yeah, migrants. A mason, a bowyer, a Blacksmith (with a capital ''b''. He insists on it), a metalcrafter and a rotten lousy peasant. The only one who stands out (aside from stuck-up mr. B) is the mason, a gal called ''Kuntatlosh Oban''. Seems like a bit of a loony. Going on and on about ''Staff of Sobriety'' this and ''Staff of Sobriety'' that. What the hell is a Staff of Sobriety anyways? Can't be something good if it has anything to do with sobriety. The human kind, I mean. The dwarven kind means drunk off your ass, which is perfectly normal.

 Jack Brunch is working on carving out chairs and tables for the dining room after I brought the issue up with Golko. Pffff, what sort of name is ''Golko'' anyways? Sounds like an elf name to me. I can imagine it now; Golko prancing around in a meadow with his elven buddies, singing songs of peace and nature, and eating broccoli. Armok, that's sick.

[gumball135]

Golko's Journal, 11th Malachite, 314, Mid-Summer

For Armok's sake, Gumbar won't get off my ass. No matter how good a job I'm doing, there's always some small little detail missing. ''Golko, Golko, I don't think your farm design is very stable!'', ''Golko, I found a beard hair in my drink!''. How am I supposed to focus on expanding my franchise when she just won't stop pestering me!? The other dwarves are giving in easily enough. Before long, I'll have them fed fat on Foodsmelter & Son LLC goods, and I'll be rich! Or something.

 An agent from my company arrived in the last migrant wave. Hopefully they can help me deal with Gumbar, and once she's out of the way, no one can stop me! HOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HUFFHUFFHUFFHUFFHUFF!

 Now, all of this evil plotting and ranting has made me hungry. Might get a little snack, courtesy of Foodsmelter & Son LLC. Hehe. Later!


=====

Yeah, Gumbar's a gal. Just found out Oh well, male and female dwarves are practically the same, if you don't take the physical aspects into account.

Great job on the journal entries, guys & gals. Ye're making me look bad!
And sorry Urist, no immigrant mechanics yet.

[Diablous]

Techinacally, girl dwarves in the new version don't have beards. Other than that, mostly the same. What's the rest of our dwarves genders?

[Diablous]

Just remembered that I forgot to write a journal.


Journal of Diablous.

Gumbar was whining because I took a break while I was in charge of irrigating the farms. It wouldn't be a problem if this fort was completely automated, now would it? She also kept muttered that it wouldn't happen if he was leader. 'If I was leader" this, "If I was leader" that, I'm getting tired of hearing this girl (turns out it's a she! She was wearing a fake beard!) whine about how she wants to be leader. Also, we are running low of "food" or whatever Golko calls the slop. I don't miss it. A helping of his biscuts caused me to hallucinate that we were all elves for 3 urists! What does he put in that!? Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.

And the depot is done. It has a wall with marksdwarf emplacements on it. Mechanism activated weapons would do better in my opinion. They don't go on break, or need to drink or eat, unlike dwarves. Also, it looks like we will finally have a dining room. Jack made the chairs and table. Good thing too, tired of sitting on barrels.

Last but not least, 5 dwarves have come to stay. A mason named Kuntatlosh Oban. She is always going on about a Staff of Sobriety. If she wants to get sober, she should drink some of Golko's swill, that'll do the trick. Also we have a bowyer, and metalcrafter, and a Blacksmith who insists it be spelled with a capital "b", for whatever stupid reason. Also, heard Golko laughing to himself like an idiot. Not sure why, don't care enough to find out.
 
Well, I'm sleepy. Going to bed. Gonna keep on eye open, just incase of Derek.

[Burnt Pies]

Journal of Brunch, Keep Out!

I don't believe it! I could be out digging out the Star Sapphire that'll make me rich, but no. No, I'm making the furniture for their stupid dining room. Honestly, if I had the money from all the stuff I could be digging out now, they'd be licking my boots. I'd be richer than a Baron, for crying out loud! Stupid Golko. I tell you, if I had the money, I wouldn't buy anything from his stockpiles anyway. Tastes worse than the dust I keep making from breaking these stupid rocks.

Oh well. Mason arrived in the latest wave. Maybe I can get back to fortune hunting when she stops ranting about Sobriety and gets on with her job.

[MichaelZon]

Journal of Miguel

Iīm surprised of how nicely this fortress site has been picked. I have heard stories of zombies and dragons, but nothing like that here... Thank Armok for that, I may actually have a chance of surviving in here. Thatīs if the elephants outside will keep calm. I mean I like elephants, but most dwarves these days have heard of a legendary fortress by the name of boatkilled or something like that. Anyways the fort was thriving but ultimately the mad elephants were too much for those dwarves to handle.

Atleast our leader - Golgo - is sensible enough not to send me hunting for anything. Iīm freaking scared of those elephants I mean, what the heck can I do if they see me and attack us?! He may make terrible ale, but heīs made solid decisions so far so I trust him. Most of the other dwarves donīt for some reason. Oh and speaking of them, they donīt even seem to like me much, I have no idea why. Itīs too hard to approach and talk to them. Iīll keep out of their way and hope that in time someone will come talk to me.

[gumball135]

Gumbar's Journal, 28th Galena, 314, Late Summer

It's official. We ran out of booze today. Golko designated the brook as our new source of drink. Words cannot describe our pain, so all I'm going to say is...
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-*Censor*, *censor* mother *censorcensorcensor*. I mean, *censor, censor censor censor*, what sort of *censor*, *censor,censor*. *Censor*.
...

Ahem.
The irrigation system is nearly complete. We gave a useless bowyer the position of mechanic; she immediately jumped onto a nearby table, put her hands above her head and proclaimed ''From this day forth, I shall be known as URIST THE RED''. Nobody paid her much heed, so she got down soon enough. Which is good.

 And speaking of tables, the dining room has been completed, filled with furniture made by Jack and Kuntatlosh (who, might I add, just revealed to everyone that she was named a high-master mason back in the Mountainhome). Which is also good.

 I've gotten pretty good at mining; so good, in fact, that the others say I'm ''Legendary'' at it. A bit of an exaggeration, I'd say. But hey, if they wanna worship me, I won't object. Myself and Jack decided to take a quick break; kinda retarded, considering the fact that we need to mine out a few more sections before the irrigation system is completed, which will irrigate the farm, which will be our only food source and booze source. I know, I know, I'm putting the fortress at ris- HEY LOOK! IT'S A KITTEN! GO DISTRACT YOURSELF! YEAH!

5th Sandstone, 314, Mid-Autumn

The irrigation system was set up. Our only way to get any sort of food on the table over the next few months. It all came down to this. Urist fitted the last floodgate into place. Levers were hooked up. I prepared myself to race in and out, puncturing the thin layer of soil seperating the brook from a tunnel leading to the farms. Heart beating like mad, adrenaline running through my veins. And then, out of nowhere, Jack Brunch shouts...:


''MIGRANTS!!!''

OH COME ON! I mean, talk about the wrong time! We have literally enough food left for 6 more meals; we're on the brink of FAMINE, and these guys decide to show up. Screw it. They're all going elephant hunting and fishing. ALL of them. I don't care what Golko says; it's for the greater good! The greater good, I say! THE GREATER GOOD!

[gumball135]

Thanks for doing your own bits and pieces along with what I write; I really like reading them. They mean I don't have to write journals for all the characters in the story myself (which I probably wouldn't anyways, because I'm lazy ).

As for the genders of all the dorfs, Diablous:

Gumbar (f)
Jack Brunch (m)
Derek (m)
Urist the Red (f)
Kuntatlosh Oban (f)
Golko (f) (the only one that didn't really fit in with what I've been writing; let's just pretend that it's a guy for the purpose of the story )
El Arbol (m)
Diablous (m)
Miquel Eldoro (f) (I think I also wrote in Miquel as a dude, but meh. Male? Female? Who'll notice...? )

[Dermonster]

Dereks Log:

Hello again! Its been a bit since last entry! We've recently gotten a few new peoCOLLAPSETHECAVESple. There coming in now, I might go greet them later, show them around. It's getting a bit crowded in here. Diablous seems to think I punched him though. I didn't do anything! I'm just walking aloRENDTHEMWITHACLEAVERng and he's suddenly in front of me yelling about 'This psychotic madman who is going to kill us all' I don't know who he was taking about but then he insists that I punched him. He didn't even want to listen to my theory on the exact propoEATTHEIRBONESrtions of a tile! What nerve! Anyway, We ran out of booze, which sucks. Gumbars ordered a farm up, and a dining hall I think. I won't have to eat on the floMAKETHEMREADTWILIGHTor soon! Yay! I guess that's all for now. Back to Carpentry!
See youINHELLLater!

OOC: My char can't see the red parts.

[Diablous]

Journal of Diablous.

Turns out Golko's a girl too. What is with the girls and fake beards? Well, to keep further misconceptions like this from happening again, I made a list:

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Gumbar (f)
Jack Brunch (m)
Derek (m)
Urist the Red (f)
Kuntatlosh Oban (f)
Golko (f)
El Arbol (m)
Diablous (m)
Miquel Eldoro (f)Oh. Haven't mentioned Urist. That bowyer from before. She was just made a mechanic. She then named herself "Urist the Red". She can call herself whatever she likes, as long as she doesn't screw up my work. I talked to her for a little while. Well, she is a bit crazy. Very possessive of levers, but she has an interest in machinery, so it's all good.
 
Also, we are dealing with a huge food shortage. Gubar says we have enough for 6 more meals. That, and we just got a new batch of migrants means we are not going to be eating lavishly for a while. I've thought up a plan already. We kill Derek and Golko and eat them. It's for the greater good. Derek will kill us, and Golko's cooking stinks, we won't miss them. But my suggestion was ignored, and the new guys are fishing and hunting. Until the farms are ready, at least. Also, we have no booze. We have to drink water from the brook. Water is somehow worse than Golko's swill. The swill sucks, but it just goes against my nature to drink water. When the farms are done, we should have booze soon. Maybe one of the migrants is a better brewer than Golko.
 
Also related to the food shortage, what little we have we will eat on fine furniture. Turns out Kuntalash is a high master mason. So we have decent furniture to eat on. Nice. Speaking of skills, it looks like Gumbar has become legendary at mining. It's gone straight to her head. She strutting around, acting like she is the greatest dwarf here. She seems to think she can do anything she wants. She and Jack took a break just before they finished the farm. C'mon we are in the middle of a famine! There wasn't a famine when I took my break!
 
Well, things aren't the best, but action is being taken to make sure we have food and drink, so I guess we will live.