first of all i
love dwarf fortress, i go through phases of playing it for hours solid then forgetting about it until the next time i want a game that requires a bit more intellect than shooting aliens or capturing the flag.
this week i was staying with a friend and while she worked through the day i would play df non stop, i must only have around 30-40 failed forts under my belt, you know... learning forts. like it took me until around fort 10 to learn to dig down into the ground so my dwarves wouldn't go insane from sun exposure before the year was out.
anyway, i had a good feeling about my last fort from the beginning, great starting area, river, cliff face, deep soil, no
dicking aquafier, good climate etc etc, everything a lovely shade of green. this was going to be my best fort yet, i could feel it.
my first ever attempt of making a functioning well succeeded (attempt prompted by animals dieing of thirst
) i didn't even drown anyone, it felt like i'd reached the peak of some far off mountain. realized bookkeepers are essential and how much fun it is making traps, appointed nobles and a few other things, all with extensive dwarfwiki research, the kind with ten separate tabs open and two windows lol.
the entrance to my fort was in the cliff face, a hallway filled with falling stone traps, something song iplithy - child snatcher found out the hard way. i felt like nothing could go wrong, i didn't know how to set up a military but who cares? those traps will take care of anything that feels like a little looting and pillaging.
well as it turns out, no. no they wont. (ill update this post with screenshots when i get home)
at around 81 population, a titan showed up. a sheep titan. a one eyed, eight legged, red wooled
sheep titan with a 'purposeful stride' decided to pay me and my blissfully happy dwarves a visit.
i sit back with a smile, unpause and watch with baited breath as it approached the mouth of overkill trap cave, wondering if dwarves like mutton. little did i know, i would never find out.
it either didn't set any of them off, or was completely unharmed (which i find unlikely, when i say overkill i mean it) this thing must of thought it was christmas or something, 81 plump dwarves and not a battleaxe in sight. the next half hour was a slaughter, killing every dwarf EVEN THE BABIES apart from my mayor (who was in jail at this point for over-setting a chair in a tantrum, tied to the wall with a rope, missing a leg and trailing intestines. none of this stopped him chatting with the liaison though, that's what i call a strong work ethic)
how can i avoid this? i don't want to play again until i have a plan to deal with it, otherwise my population count will act like a ticking clock counting down to gorey dwarvern oblivion
i've never played a game where losing is so fun