Dear Mountainhomes,
I had a population of 14. You sent me a migrant wave of TWENTY-FUCKING-TWO. Fifteen of them are being sent on a suicide mission to kill an alligator, which will be followed by several such missions. If you have a lye maker surplus, okay, but make your own deathtraps to deal with them, I lack the infrastructure. Of course, now that you tried to TRIPLE my population, I might have to build one, but still, I'd rather spend by dorfpower on bedrooms or my awesome 3-D entrance trail or something. Oh, and my manager doesn't quite have an office yet.
Sincerely,
GreatWyrmGold, Overseer
Dear Urist McRecruit,
Go back, you stinking elf! You're a coward and a liar! I know your left upper arm can't be running with blood because an alligator ripped it off!
Sincerely,
GreatWyrmGold, Ovrsr
[Insert similar notes to a dwarf missing an arm and a foot, and one with a slightly ripped leg.]
Dear Mirrorjointed, alligator,
You aren't trying hard enough. Those dwarves shouldn't have a chance. Deal with the bruises and come back over here! Free munchies!
Sincerely,
GreatWyrmGold, Ovrsr
Dear carps,
Wanna join your Brother Gator in a fight against those dwarves bleeding into your river?
Sincerely,
GreatWyrmGold, Ovrsr
Dear Urists McDoomeds,
Go stand over there. Fight all the carp you see.
Sincerely,
GreatWyrmGold, Ovrsr.
Dear Urist McWhiny,
You have a torn-open leg. Get out there with your comrades who are missing limbs.
Sincerely,
GreatWyrmGold, Ovrsr.
P.S. See that skeleton? That's the last guy who spent all of his time resting. He had a worse injury.