(Notes from a couple different fortresses)
Dear Urists McDeconstructors,
The rules are a bit harsher than they used to be. Please, step out ofthe way of any boulders coming down. Although, really, the cake was taken by the guy who took the stars out from under himself; shame he wasn't one of the guys who got injured notably.
Dear Urist McMiner,
You've brought a couple minor injuries on yourself, but this one was all mine. I'm sorry not to have taken into account all of the ways you could have dug yourself into the future well-shaft, leading inevitably to falling a few z-levels into the cavern lake. Good job of not dying.
Dear Urist McMilitiaCommander,
There were a few troglodyte attacks. After noticing one that attacked you in your sleep, what did you do? Chase it, beat it into a pulp, maybe smash its skull with your steel pick like you did with that troll? No. You were beaten back and retreated once one of your recruits showed up. And no, it doesn't really help that you were just going to get your pick; you should have had it to begin with!
Dear Urist McFarmer,
Good job of saving that cat from those olm-people.
Dear Urist McMiner,
The plan was:
Dig chute, carve tracks, make hole, send weapon-filled minecarts screaming down into the caverns to kill the olm-people.
No part of that plan involved you falling asleep within stabbing and certainly blowgunning distance of the olm-people, and also on the track. Thank Armok you woke up before they noticed you, and judging by the decomposition of the olm-person that the first minecart hit, it's probably good you weren't in its path.
Dear Urists McHauler,
Dig chute, carve tracks, make hole, send weapon-filled minecarts screaming down into the caverns to kill the olm-people.
What part of "weapon-filled" do you not get?
Sincerely et al,
GWG, Ovrsr.