Dear mom,
I got your letter; I'm glad to hear that dad is doing okay.
I, on the other hand... well, I could sure use some of that groundhog noodle soup you make.
Like I said before, I've been made leader of this place, by.... a ghost apparently. Nobody else seems to worry that, in addition to freezing temperatures, killer yetis, and unstable ice over our heads, there's A GHOST FLYING AROUND, so I guess it's best to just ignore it. You know what granddad would say.
So, I sit down at my new desk- rather, my
old desk, because the previous leaders never thought to make any kind of official office building whatsoever. I sit down at my desk, and get ready to read over the note I was left.
It said one thing:
"Change the weaponsmith's name to Fath."
(Mom, don't read this next part to Dad, I don't want him worrying about me in his condition.)
I've basically lived in this office since I got here, I've got no idea what goes on around here on a daily basis. I've only gotten to know three people since I got here.
The first leader, who got so many of us killed by yetis. Mom, it was horrifying. I have the blood of other dwarves stained in my clothing.
Then, the second leader, also a GHOST FOR ARMOK'S SAKE, turned out to have
tourettes, of all the people to put in a leadership position, why him?!?!
And third, Melbil. I haven't told you about her yet, but we're in love! She's a really nice girl, I know you'd like her. Maybe someday you can meet her. She's the only thing that keeps me going anymore.
So, needless to say, I had to go figure out what goes on outside my office. I walk out the door, and the first thing I see is a miner walking by with a fracture in each of her hands!
I walk down the hallway, and I hear a bunch of noise coming from down there, so I decide to go check it out. About 20 stories down, there's a farm which appears to be doing pretty well for itself, although we've got more than enough food right now.
I ask him what's down the other staircase, and he tells me he doesn't know, so I start down. I got about 30 stories further underground without seeing a single thing, so I decided it couldn't be worth it, and went back up.
I walk out from the stairs, and my jaw drops.
Apparently, the workers had just been told to drop
everything in one big pile!!! As much as it hurts my head, this is just one thing I'm not going to mess with. It would take years to clean up this mess.
Next to that, I see a long, narrow passageway, and start walking down it.
Down the stairs is another passage.
The staircase leading down evidently goes
nowhere.
And the staircase leading up takes me to what must have been our old farm.
Once I had gotten a good feel for the shape of the fortress, I decided to get to know the people a little better. Bad idea.
For starters, we've got two miners with the same name, one of whom is also our MILITIA COMMANDER. Who planned this stuff out?
Half our workforce is either "on break" or unemployed.
So that's the state of things. We've got an entire fortress of unemployed slackers, long hallways that lead to nowhere, staircases that don't stop after dropping
50 stories, ghosts, yetis, no military barracks, one single stockpile for storing
everything but the dead, of which there are
many. As a matter of fact, the offices where I work aren't even done right- none of them have doors, and most of them are just bedrooms! Seven bedrooms, for THIRTY-ONE DWARVES. And, we've got
NO BOOZE.-----
I haven't even unpaused the game yet, and this is already horrifying.
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