Dear Urist McCrossbowSquad,
I realize that having an entire outfit that you have to put on is hard, and that carrying some ammo on top of that is even harder, but really, you've been told to have your outfit replace your normal clothes so you're always good to go. So why in Armok's fury are you still picking up equipment and providing no support to our front lines against that centaur siege 8 years into the fort?
Contemplating a magma chamber for your uselessness.
Dear Urist McIgnoringBurrows,
I realize you have mechanic enabled. I also realize there is a cage trap that needs changed. However, that trap is and has been outside of every burrow you're allowed to enter during a siege. So what possessed you to run out into a full siege of centaurs and get brutally murdered when you are one of the few legendary engravers of the fort?
You deserved your death, you tool.
Dear Urist McAwesomelyTrainedSteelDwarf,
Hi there. It's me, you know, that guy who helped you become legendary in so many military skills. I was wondering why after mastering hammers, throwing, armor, dodge, shield, and concentration; being nearly a master of fighting, and having various training in support skills such as swimming, biting, kicking, and striking, that you still can't seem to smash someone's skull open when they're lying unconscious at your feet. If you would just aim at their head, I'm fairly certain the other 4 people attacking you would have been just as easily dispatched, and you you wouldn't have had those two lucky hits that took off your left hand and your right arm. Seriously, crack some skulls instead of trying to smash off hooves, you moron.
Sincerely,
Frustrated overseer.
PS- When I toss all of you morons to the clowns, remember you brought it upon yourselves.