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YES

2 (6.7%)

YES!!

0 (0%)

OH ARMOK YES!

7 (23.3%)

I'll have what she's having.

17 (56.7%)

Check please!

4 (13.3%)

Total Members Voted: 30

[breadbocks]

From the wiki. Start reading it.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Capturing the image
Make the screen look how you want it - centered, open programs, etc. A screenshot will be wysiwyg, exactly what's shown on your monitor or in the active window (unless you edit the image, which is not hard).
The next step depends on your operating system.

[edit] Windows
Make sure your Dwarf Fortress window has the focus.
Press Alt+Print Screen to capture the active window. The image will be placed in your operating system clipboard.
If you want to capture the whole screen, press Print Screen instead.
Open your image editor (usually MSPaint).
Press Ctrl+v to paste the saved screenshot into paint.
You now have a bitmap of the screenshot. You can edit this as with any bitmap in paint. (Handy for circling key areas, adding arrows, blacking out personal/private info, cropping, whatever.)
Under <File>, select <Save As...>, and save your image as a .PNG file. (The wiki rules specify PNG rather than another format like JPEG.)
[edit] MacOS
Press Command+Shift+4; the mouse cursor will turn into a crosshair.
Press Space to turn the mouse cursor into a camera icon.
Click on the window you want to capture.
A new PNG file appears on your desktop, which you can rename and upload.


Source: http://df.magmawiki.com/index.php/Screenshot#ixzz0scnbv1sM

[Burnt Pies]

I hadn't noticed how to screenshot on the wiki.

oops.

[UmbrageOfSnow]

Talking about screenshots makes me remember how much I love my macbook.  Poor old weak-processored beast that it is.

Now, back to my regularly scheduled lurking.
_{lurk lurk lurk lurk lurk}

[Snook]

I'm curious how the turn is going. Most curious.

[Marzen]

Aye, me too. Let's get this trainwreck-a-rollin', yes?

[RCIX]

edit:nvm, missed a whole page.

[FuzzyDoom]

You should change the poll...AND WE SHOULD HAZ UPDATEZ!

[Snook]

You should change the poll...AND WE SHOULD HAZ UPDATEZ!

Change it... To WHAT?!?!!

[Marzen]

Question: Was Marzen's part epic?
Answer 1: Yes!
Answer 2: YES!
Answer 3: OH ARMOK YES

[Old-one-eye]

Answer 4: "I'll have what she's having."

[FuzzyDoom]

Epic poll.

[breadbocks]

HEY! End the derail now. 
Burnt, how ya' doing? Have elephants gored the entire populace?

[Marzen]

Snook, when are you gonna draw the deadline for how long he's gonna take?

[Snook]

I'll give him through today, I'm a generous sort of guy. If nobody hearsfrom him before midnight, well, who's next?

[breadbocks]

I'd be next. I would point out he has another day because his turn started the first, but I want at this thing. In the mean time, enjoy this letter. Of course, for DF, it isn't too bad, but when I first found it in the depths, it was horrible. Therefore, DF=worse than horrible.
Dear Peasant,

I look forward to your attacks with the same anticipation a small child does in the knowledge it is about to receive a small and unexpected gift.

I have instructed my troops to remove the heads of your dead troops and place them on the walls of my castle as my ravens have not had much to eat these last three weeks due to a lack of incoming attacks.

Their bodies have been cast to my dogs of war as a light snack until you send in your next bunch of kamikaze heroes who wish to die on the walls of my castle in a pathetic attempt to commit war.

Unfortunately during your attack many of your troops fell into the lavatory trenches my troops use daily and drowned in the vile stench of raw sewage which must have been very unpleasant. The weight of their third grade armour aided them being sucked down into the gooey sludge, and a slow death ensued while my troops laughed aloud and farted in their general direction.

The remaining troops, a quite pathetic and bedraggled force with blistered feet and halitosis, fled with their 'commander' from my castle after dropping their rather badly made weapons and ran straight into my external cut-off force and were massacred in a most clean and efficient manner. It was argued later that they never put up a fight and instead insisted on begging for their miserable lives.

The bodies of these weaklings have been nailed to trees in my forest to scare away poachers who occasionally attempt to plunder my Royal Stags, boar and game birds.

My troops are waiting for your next wave of attacks with only what can be described as bored anticipation as the sport they were earlier expecting failed to materialise and they were treated to just a little head chopping and nailing rather than something they could really get their teeth into.

For your next laughable attempt I'll have a couple of my troop's dispatch your motley flea infested tin plated peasants and send the heads of your chaps back as souvenirs so you may present them to their equally infested families.

Congratulations on your stupidity and may your closest relations suffer from large colonies of itchy, biting insects in their grubby clothing for years to come.

Good Day.