On 2nd Malachite, in the Year of Our Lord Of Blood and Chaos 503, UmbrageofSnow takes over leadership of The Future Standards.
I don't know how much time I'll actually get in today, as it took me a while to get WINE up and running on the laptop I'm using, and that could hurt FPS, but I'm going to try to finish out LethalDosage's year, and complete my own.
I have several goals for my extended reign, as any good dwarf should. I hereby pledge:
A cage in every cage trap, a bedroom for every dwarf! The days of canceling trap loading for lack of cages and sleep are over.
Absolute Bureaucratic Bookkeeping Precision! I need to know EXACTLY how many microcline blocks we have left.
Hotkeys! Because I want to stop getting lost.
Continuing my predecessor's visionary
Project Global Warming. We need to keep our wood stocks up. And it's so hard to tell if those are pictures of dwarven ladies.
Operation Arboretum. Pissing off the elves is all well and good, but someday we're going to come under a more dangerous siege, and we can't rely on exhaustible reserves and lack of military might. I want to enclose the majority of the plateau above our heads within the fortress walls, thereby providing a safe source of trees and fish. Of course, when it is safe, we should still cut down all the trees outside. For the elves.
Some Other Random Vanity Project! Because I can.
A Decent Office, and suite of rooms for the Mayor. Because I'm good enough, smart enough, and gosh-darnnit, dwarves like me.
Now, the details of my initial State of the Fortress report:
66 dorfs
235 Drink, 99% Dwarven Wine, a touch of Rum and Sewer Brew
133 Seeds
981 Plump Helmets
No other Plants, Meat, or Fish
786 Other, mostly prepared meals.
29 Logs
789 Loose Grabbo
227412 Created Wealth
There you have it, my play time begins. Also, I'd like to nickname some of the dwarves if that is okay with people. If it is, what would each of you like to bear your names?