It was a very very long, lonely winter. It is as though the animals have taken over the fort. Hoards of them, dogs, cats, horses, roam the dark, empty halls. I've done my best to avoid the last surviving dwarf, Bayar, as I'm not sure whether he is still sane or not - and in either case, I'm afraid he might kill me.
It is the first of the year now, and I kept my promise, but now I'm done living in this pit of despair. Bayar seems intent on remaining here, either to die from thirst or from attack, but he seems to hold out hope that a new wave of immigrants will arrive and revitalize the fortress.
I don't know who will chronicle what remains of this place. I don't know that anyone would want to.
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So.... one lone dwarf left.
This was a crummy turn of events, and to be perfectly honest, I tried playing it three different times, and this was the
best outcome. I can't help but wonder if bayar (the player, not the dwarf) discovered this and quit trying. Funny that he is the last living dwarf.
Canalan, you're up next, and frankly, I wouldn't blame you if you threw in the towel. This fort is dead unless some immigrants arrive fairly shortly. Then again, if you can turn it around, that's quite an accomplishment!
So, here is the save.
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=3095Let me know if we're going to soldier on and hope for something good.