Limestone, Early-FallArmok damn it! Some bastard forgot to get some booze and just droped down dead.
I get some peace, so I order some more work on my tomb, and an adamantine processing area, for just that. And the OH MY GOD! A farmers gets possesed and he takes a leather works. I'm not expecting anything useful, but hey, more stuff for my tomb.
The farmer is still mumbling about cloth, which he has, leather, which he has, metal bars, which he has, and stone, which there is plenty of. I decide to give the order for blocks, and see if that wont make him happy. I've asigned the craftdwarf who made the first strand the adamantine workshop to make strands, and I've assigned the adamantine furnace to Burnt Pies, the bastard. I've yet to build the forge, because I decree it must be made of pure adamantine. As such, once a wafer is done, I shall have an anvil made.
Fucking slackers. I've recieved almost constant reports of people whining about traps. I tell them if the bother me one more time with that shit, someone will die. The shut up. For now. (Seriously, I've gotten like 20 pages of just this. I've had to disable announcements of job cancels.)
Burt Pies is damn lazy. He has exactly one labor enabled, and that is furnace operating. He has one spot to operate a furnace in. What does he do? Harvest some plants. Asshole. I hate tripping over damn horses and mules. I have them all killed. If we have meat animals, they may as well be milkable. I let the bovines stay safe. For now.
Turns out our little farmer needed some silk. We don't have any. I set the loom to collect some webs. No one comes. I discover that nobody had the labor turned on. Even the "weaver". I fix that. Suck. Some bastardd (I'm looking at you Burnt) sealed up the caverns. Now how the hell are we supposed to get silk? I open a hole and stick a door in it. That'll serve for anything down there.
I finally get a report of some wafers getting made. I set an adamantine anvil to be made. Old-One-Eye gets the honer, as much as I hate that motherfucker. Shortly afer, the possesed farmer FINALLY starts. It was the fucking silk. If he had gone insane I know who would get sent to prison for it. Burnt Pies. Looks like I can untie the dog I had there.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I explore outside my *ahem* our fort to descover a trail of blood. I follow its winding paths to discover, to my horror, ELEPHANTS! One of them is majorly wounded, and has been leaving the blood trail. The trail starts right around
where the first ambush happened. I suspect when the humans were meatgodding the globin, they saw the elephants, and began bludgening it. It escaped with the rest of the pack. That would explain why the were so late. Now for good news; they left peacefully.
The farmer finishes finally. Shame he was possesed. "Partnerswallowed the Sick Gold" the raccoon leather buckler, worth 22000*. Excuse me for thinking this, but that is the most epic name ever. The actual item... not so much. Worst thing is that it is equipment, so it won't be put in my tomb. Sigh. I can still look forward to using it during my time as a champion.
END MONTH
Timber, Late-FallI get a very dwarfy Idea. I tell the miners to c(h)annel down from the underground lake to the flaming sea, and sea (Hehe sea what I did there? (Hehe sea what I did there?)(Hehe sea what I did there?) (Hehe sea what I did there?)(OK you're probably pretty tired of this.) what happens.
I get a report of all sorts of shit down in the caverns. Woo to the fucking hoo. I also finally track down where all the trap shit was from. I tell them to leave it alone.
The builders get bored, so I send them off with instructions it make room for more dwarves in the dining room.
Huzzah! I've overcome the previous overseers' mistakes by digging down to the third set of caverns, and to my delight, the miners discover ADAMANTINE! Now I can get at the second tube, which I tried to reach earlier. Meanwhile I get one of the many administrators to try and reorganize the instructions of my subjects. (Srsly, wt fuck is a bone farmer? o.O)
Fucking shit. The forges tell me they've run out of gold. Fuck. It seems, though, there is gold along my trail from the lake to the flaming sea. It gets dug up.
I get the miles of stone outside smoothed. I need caravans to get to us.
Ironically enough, I caravan managed to arrive right under my nose. I send a boatload of trade goods. Snook has far too much to do to be broker. I assign a pheasant to replace our little vandal.
Meanwhile, the miners have discovered yet another tube af the good stuff.
The new broker finally gets his fucking lazy ass over to the depot, and he buys everything not worthless, in exchange for our mounds of shit.
END SEASON
OOC:
Fuzzy, did you know your miner skill is 4x as high as your next best skill, at Legendary+2, or 20? Talk about derail. So this thread was tantruming, and the game was derailing. LMAO.
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