Dear Urist McMiner,
You just
had to go out there. You
idiot. Your friends were dead, the animals were dead, they were all dead at the same time, in the same place, up by the wagon surrounded by blood. You and Urist McLadyMiner were the only two left alive, spared by mere coincidence by happening to be enlarging the first storeroom underground and away from the surface.
You could have rebuilt! You had the technology! You had the goods down in the storeroom needed for life, you had food, seeds, wood, you had picks and everything. I assigned both you and McLadyMiner to wall off the fort. Armok knows you probably would have dumbly walked up to the surface...I forbid everything up there, I restricted
every tile on the surface to keep you away. You had the wood to wall off and live comfortably together down in the depths for the rest of your lives...
...but you
had to go up to the surface to clean yourselves off, didn't you? Yep, that dust on your socks was totally worth attempting to walk through pools of orc blood in the name of sanitary values.
You didn't even make it one step, you both keeled over the instant you walked into the blood and died, nauseous, paralyzed, and suffocating. You bleeding idiots.
Pun intended.Evil rain is horrifying, man. Brand new embark, a few seconds in it starts raining orc blood; the guys on the surface were chilling while the miners dug out a hole to hide out in. there seemed to be no ill effects, then suddenly everyone, dorf or animal, on the surface literally collapsed at the same time, paralyzed, and suffocated in a matter of seconds. The two miners were the only two left, and they went back out there to try and clean themselves off and stepped right in the deadly orc blood. DORF LOGIC