Pfft, you call that a horrifying cataclysm? Cavebrands managed to get all the way down to a single-digit population!
We now meet the criteria.
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MURDERCLOISTERS, 1st Moonstone, 872
What does this look like to you?
I see an idiot child, one tooth in it's slack mouth, both middle fingers extended. It's actually the the gates of Murdercloisters. Did you know we don't have an official motto? I've jotted down some ideas:
I No Longer Fear Hell
The End Of History
National Wilddeath Preserve
The investigations are closed, "Justice" has finally been served: all murders atoned for in blood. The plague carried the rest, and there are but seven of us left, as it was in the beginning. I haven't seen the child Zefon in a while. The other five are in the hospital, I alone am able to stand.
The traders wait at the depot, they cheer me on as I pile bodies, clean stains, run for bandages, splints, plaster and thread. Murdercloisters is sprawling but small. I know nothing of medicine but I learn fast. My shoes wear out completely: if the plague is bourne through contact it will be over quickly, blood gushing from the soles of my feet like the others. Yet I'm spared. What causes the plague? Food? Water?
By the time the caravan is away, all but Pisanoa, the former mayor, are well enough to work: knocking out coffins, mopping up blood, carving memorials for the spirits of the dead which follow us everywhere. One day, Sosmil willing, we'll put them all to rest.
The gates are shut, every object aboveground forbidden. What causes the plague?
Have my predecessors written of the escape pod? It's a fortress in miniature, with a collapsible entrance: brilliant. All the necessities are cached within to survive indefinitely. We sleep there now. Outside the door is a small niche, formerly walled up, containing only loose stone blocks and this note:
Did a freed pig cause the plague?
Who freed it?-- Sibrek Inkskinned, emergency manager, mayor, broker, bookkeeper, and chief medical dwarf
Town of Usanoddom, Pop. 6