When I was a baby dwarf fortress player, I didn't know anything about Titans or Forgotten beast. My first Titan? A giant humanoid made of snow.
When I see him come, I begin to panic, thinking of all the unspeakable horrors that it may unleash upon my fortress. So, I order my militia to go outside and face this monstrosity, fully expecting this, massive, icy horror, this behemoth of cold white death, this monster of frost, to wipe them out. As they filter out the gate, I pause and say a personal goodbye to each of the fifteen brave souls, commending them for their courage, rallying them to their greatest feats of strength and skill, weeping for their tiny, digital lives. They charge in open battle across the plains, a mighty war cry escaping from their lips. The titan, the embodiment of death, turned hate filled eyes on them, and it's rage for all things warm blooded drove it to charge, roaring at the brave defenders. With a mighty clash, the two forces join in an epic confrontation, lasting for pages and pages, a maelstrom of snow and blood and steel and flesh! A twister of screams; screams of the agonized, those laying shattered on the ground, broken, those bleeding out, weeping for the beauty of the underground halls they shall never see again, crying out to loved ones whose touch they shall never feel. And the screams of the victorious; those who are left standing to cheer for their victory over the icy abomination, those who are left to celebrate and sing and feast to their mighty victory, those who will go down in the annals of Udirnazush as the heroes of Blackblood!
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Nah, just kidding. An axedwarf bisected the guy with a single punch. Made of snow, after all.