OOC:Koshmot the Bookkeeper has begun his service for Armok's glory.
Journal of Dariush The Third, Early Winter of 526.Today, on third day of my awesome reign I'll being the first two projects of awesome - first, a shaft of totally awesome size that leads straight into magma sea from our fort, and second, a DOOR MONUMENT. Yep.
But for the first project, I need to dig some earth and being the only miner in the fortress and thus not being able to be bothered, I started expanding our mining squadron by careful process of cross-examination, reviewing of resumes and test runs.
"Hey! You there! What are you doing?"
"I'm just a simple potash maker, m'lord."
"Fuck that. You'll be a miner."
See? Totally awesome.
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Today among the ordinary useless news I received a note about some dissector's death. Apparently, skeletal horses are running rampant right on our roof. I guess they'll need to be put down... And it's as good time as any to learn to use the military.
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Holy shit. I repeat, holy shit. I claim this and I will stand by those words even if I'm set on fire. The accessway to the barracks has stairs leading down to earth... but not quite reaching it. However, that's not a cause for concern. The fact that there are patches of floor
fucking levitating near is.
Directly underneath:
See any way for those patches to be supported? I don't.
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Today I went to oversee the construction of the Door Monument. Apparently, this place has seen so much bloodshed that
the air itself is covered in blood.
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This place is so awesome. Today I got news that some poor recruit died under our forges. When I went there to investigate, I saw a giant forgotten beast wrestling with another recruit who in a fit of awesomeness neglected even to wear any armor. *sigh*
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Holy shit, I've just seen an ocean wave
rolling through a wall.
This place becomes more awesome with every passing awesome moment of awesomeness!
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Holy shit, the horses kicked three recruits to death while I've been waiting for someone to come down there to the beast and wall it off. Apparently our workers have more pressing concerns than terrifying ageless beasts one corridor away from rampaging through the fortress, vanquishing all that breathes. Like moving that sock. Ah.
*sound of trumpets*
Thus ends the
fifth battle first month of my totally awesome reign. *sigh*