I've dorfed myself as the weaponsmith.
Warning: Posts will include large quantities of profanity.Entry #1 - Arrival
14th of Malachite, 1069
Mid-summer. Mid-summer? MID-SUMMER?! You call this Mid-Summer?! I'm freezing my ass off! How the HELL did i let those lunatics at the guild talk me into doing this job?! I've just arrived at "Scrubbedcreams", my new residence. I was sent here to "Get the fortress up and running again.". Frankly, i don't see anything that resembles a fortress. Hell i don't see a lot of ANYTHING through this god damned snow. After a long arduous journey I arrived at what appears to be a massive ice cube. I quickly discover an entrance to the ice cube, upon which the former overseer gleefully runs up to me, rams a stack of papers into my arms, wishes me the best of luck and begins talking to himself in the fetal position. Well, we're certainly off to a good start aren't we?
Later that day...
Initial reaction: WHAT THE FUCK?! This place is a complete logistic NIGHTMARE. I've been wandering around for over an hour and i have yet to see anything that resembles workshops. We have rooms in random ass placement all with different contents. We have random holes in walls, a dinning room thats virtually empty, dead animals, several prisoners, LEVERS that i dont know what the FUCK they do, and that's just the TIP of the iceberg. Pardon that little pun there... Oh and we appear to pumping something somewhere because...oh hell i won't even TRY to figure that out... The military is a complete mess. I don't know which maniac set that up but we have over a million squads each with 1 or 2 guys in them. Am i supposed to micromanage who goes where? Also, what the fuck is with the armor set up? Have these people never heard of armor load? First order of business is to create new uniforms for everyone. Also, why do we only have 1 miner? You there! Spinner! Congratulations, you're a miner now. Get to work! Next up i'm creating a central area for workshops.
I'm amazed we're even still alive!
15th of Malachite, 1069.
This place is a death trap. I was just told we only have 28 units of meat left before we're flat out out of food. I'm designating some new farmers... Also, how is it that we have 38 idlers?! Back home we had over 180 people and no one was unemployed....
From now on, anyone who isn't doing something else is farming! No questions asked.
16th of Malachite, 1069.
Turns out we had more that 1 miner...
Also, why are all of our seeds forbidden? No wonder we don't have any food! Also, who the hell made the hallways so damn NARROW?! Trafficing is virtually impossible...dwarves keep running into each other and having to climb over each other. I'm gonna have to have some stern words with the former overseer...
23rd of Malachite, 1069.
Some migrants have arrived. A new batch of gullible little fucks that don't realize they're walking into their demise. Oh well, grab a spade guys, welcome to fucking Scrubbedcreams! You won't have any rooms or food but we can sure use the help! A diagnoser, a gem cutter, a wood burner, a brewer, a siege engineer, a glazer, and a woodcutter. Oh and they brought 2 cow calves, a baby alpaca, a duckling, and a buffalo calve. I recruited 2 of them into the military. Erm...WHAT THE FUCK?!?! Why are our hammer dwarves using spears? Ive commissioned them to use silver war hammers from now on.
END OF ENTRY #1
OOC: Future entrys will include more pictures =) Also, the game runs pretty smoothly for me