Agreed.
This is a masterfully designed image of a windmill, a screw pump, magma, an axle, and dikes. The windmill it turning, the screw pump is pumping, the magma is flowing, the dikes are filling, the magma is overflowing, the axle is burning, the gear assembly is melting, the windmill is deconstructing, the pump is deconstructing. This engraving relates to the sever underestimation by mrobbyg of the space required for his dike filling pump stack and the subsequent catastrophic deconstruction of that stack.
Mrbobbyg was not pleased. It's not that he was surprised that someone had managed to spew magma into Argentdikes again. It's just that he was disappointed that his plans had not worked, and he couldn't figure out how to power his pumps without an axle. He was no architect or mechanic, he was just a cook, but someone had to give the orders around here, so...
As he was pondering a new design, two members of the Bronze Fury came walking by the kitchen, hoping to scrounge a snack. MrBobbyG gladly obliged, handing them each a slice of =cat spleen pot pie=. As they munched, he overheard them talking about the noises coming from the second cavern, and how their scouting had revealed two forgotten beasts, a giant pile of mud, and some giant stone bird. MrBobbyG thought about those for a second, glad to be safe in the kitchen. Then a thought struck him. "Hey, Urist" he called "Don't nether caps grow in the second cavern?" Sarvesh looked at him and smirked. "What do you need with nether caps cookie? Your bed's cold enough as it is." Urist nudget Mafol in the gut and chuckled, chomping his last piece of spleen and wandering off to go train.
MrBobbyG wasn't upset. He was determined. There were nether caps available. There were forgotten beasts guarding them. While even the most cursory knowledge of the history of Argentdikes should have informed him that this was a REALLY, REALLY, bad idea, MrBobbyG convinced Dariush to order the cavern breached, the trees harvested, and, if needed, the beasts killed.
"Dariush" he said, as the busy mayor hurried by to go fetch a drink, "wait a second." Dariush, clearly peeved at being kept from his ale, looked at him with thin contempt. "What is it cook? Quickly, there's drinking to be done." MrBobbyG cleared his throat "Well, I was thinking that we really should finish the dikes, and you know, seeing as how you're mayor, you could make it happen. The liaison was really keen on seeing them built, and I was thinking that a mayor who got the dikes made would be a shoe in for Baron..."
Dariush looked at the cook and waved his hand "I don't have time for all this fanciful nonsense...the dikes will get filled when they get filled, and I'm not worried about not being chosen for Baron, I like gold and leather...what are they going to do, pick some slade lover?"
"It wouldn't take any of your time sir...just give me the authority to collect what I need and I'll make it happen..."
This is a masterful engraving of dwarves, the Forgotten Beast Nunur Ostramoz, the Forgotten Beast Siniti, and nether caps. The dwarves are striking a menacing pose, the Forgotten Beast Nunur Ostramoz is spraying webs, the Forgotten Beast Siniti is breathing poision gas, the dwarves are retching, the dwarves are vomiting, the dwarves are striking down the Forgotten Beast Siniti, the dwarves are trapped in webs, the dwarves are striking down the Forgotten Beast Nunur Ostramoz. The dwarves are cheering. The dwarves are harvesting the nether caps.
*Edit*
We also had a possession that resulted in a kind of dumb floodgate or grate or something similarly useless, but then a kitten got killed so I decided to post the screenshot.
**Edit 2**
Crash. Which would have sucked, except we got a better artifact, and TWO cats died!
***Edit 3***
Remember that Bull that bled to death in edit 2? I just found out what happened to him.
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Topic: Ardentdikes - Absolute disaster - (31.25) (Succession)(Need Players!) (Read 222791 times)