Some of you may wonder, in the future, why i know so much about minerals.
This is why:
While i was asleep, Urist stole my journal and drew a map of the current layout of the fort. With his pick. Asshole.
Engraved here is a picture of Ushat Becorkubuk, the bronze golem.
Isn't he the cutest?
So, i designated an area to make a covered pathway, so we may travel between the storeroom and the entrance unmolested.
Unfortunately, but predictably, the asshat miners were too busy digging the stockpile to build my freaking covered path. I ended up building half of the damn thing myself!
Also, here is a list of the current stocks. Thanks to a miscount by Existent(She was shaking too much to count correctly. I hate nervous dwarves.) I don't know exactly what we have, but i have a close approximation.
It seems our friend mother nature has been busy plotting against me again. The underground portion of my pathway almost cut through the center of the fucking aquifer!! Fuck! Thankfully, my genius gave me the newest answer: Just dig a fucking tunnel straight to it, stop fucking with stairs. Oh, and we finally completed the covered portion.
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I was having Urist dig out the drainage for our new farm, when our nemesis struck again.The entire drainage area we were digging
was surrounded by aquifers! Fuck aquifers!!!
Oh, and it is now summer.
Those damn miners finally finished digging the stockpile. See that tunnel on the side? It leads to the newest drainage project for our farm. It's called a screw pump, and when it's finished I'll irrigate the farms. But not yet.
Our woodworker, Cogen i believe, has spotted a dangerous foe.
I can't wait to get some marksdwarves and tear that thing apart.
My pathway has been finished! Of course, the other dwarves are praising the miners for building it. Shitfaced morons. All of them.
I swear I could just haul off and smac-
Wait a minute....
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More useless, suicidal freaks have made their way to my fortress. Ugh, at least one of them is a farmer.
Many of them were groaning about not having rooms. Being a generous dwarf, i decided to dig some out. Mine is a tiny bit larger though, and will be finished long before theirs. Hey, they're the ones who aren't working.
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I'm happy to report that the pump system is now operational. But our shit-for-brains mechanic, who is also the brewer who is also a crazy cat lady, forgot to hook the gear system up to a lever. So, we'll have to make do with a floodgate beneath the pump.
Also, it's autumn now. Time flies when you're screaming at fucks for not working. Once the caravan arrives, I'll be sure to let Existent do all the nervous talking she wants. Maybe it'll confuse the merchants into giving us more than we asked for.
I am also proud to announce that i have begun construction on my room. It will be engraved, and larger than your rooms. Sorry, leaders before peasants!
I'm also going to put a table and a chair in my room, for obvious reasons. I need a place to eat and work on sketches for things related to the fortress. Oh, and i finally started to work on a drawbridge, to keep the
fuckers elves out.
Wait. Why isn't the woodworker making them?
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At this point, i calmly walked up to Goden, and the following conversation ensued:
"Goden?"
"Yeh?"
"Why aren't you working Goden?"
"Ahm on brake, sir."
"...THERE ARE NO BREAKS IN PROFANEMACHINES!!!!!!!!!!"
She quickly ran away from me. Maybe it was the dead rat on the floor.
Fuck. More migrants!
However, we did get an entire family of woodworkers(Mother/father/son/daughter). When those kids grow up, be sure to make them follow their parents. Woodworking is entirely too slow at this fortress.
In other news, here are the first few pieces of art engraved in my room! They are also my favorites.
And, to end this entry, we have our first harvest!
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