Dear resident rutherers of Oiledreign,
What is up with you guys? You barge in the door when we breach the caravans, then just run in circles around the plug we're cutting to pass the cavern lake. Attack any dwarves that pass until one swings a pick, then go all Benny Hill. Basically, just disrupting productivity. Enjoy your spot there, you're dead soon.
Dear miners,
The rutherers are three levels down and beneath hatches in any direction they can come up to you. Just channel, please.
Dear residents,
Just because the rutherers (and eight dwarves) are dead does not mean this is the new meeting place. Why are you all taking your breaks on top of the plug with brief jaunts directly below? You know we have to drop this to get to any magma or better metals than copper that might be deeper. Get out of the way.
There. Now, while they're gone, Urist, cut the support. No, not from on top of the plug. Cancel, move down there. Try ag--no, not from there. Tell you what, I'm going to put a wall there in a moment. Don't... why are you still trying it from that side? I told you I'm going to put a wall there. The other side has a lot more open space. Stop. Let's try ag--
Oh for Armok's sake, you have
everywhere else to take a break, why do a dozen of you bastards come here?
Fine. Screw it. Hit it, Urist.
--The Over... you don't even care. The hell with you all.
PS: How did you guys instantly learn to swim? Let's see who survived... The cheese and potash makers and waxworker. Great...
Dear Survivors of the Plug Drop of 127,
Good news, everyone! Here's some picks, you guys are now in charge of the Lake Plugging, Magma Breaching, and Trash Compacting task force!