Late Autumn, 752
Those dreams, they keep coming back, each time clearer than the last. I could almost hear them shouting, crying, screaming with their indwarven voices from the depths below, as they get closer with every strike on the earth itself…Work on the BATTEREY is continuing, but it seems like the progress made each day is becoming less and less. My head seems to hurt a lot these days, maybe it’s due to the restless nights I’ve been having…
Some of the dwarves also seem to be getting a bit rebellious.
“Eh? You want to set gems? Who cares about gems! You are going to be setting gear assemblies!”
“You have No Job? Then to the mines for you!”
What?! You’re taking a break now? Get back to work! No drinks or breaks allowed until you finish all 30 pipe sections!
STOP BOTHERING ME WITH ALL YOUR MANURE RIDDEN DEATH! Ya darn mule!
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My head…
Ugh…
Maybe I should take a trip to the doctor’s, oh wait, we don’t have a doctor yet, darn it…
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Mid Winter, 752Sleep… darkness… screams… those hands, no, not hands… those… those bony blood glazed claws, they’re trying to g-grasp for me, t-trying to d-drag me down, t-trying to t-tear apart my wondrous c-c-creation…NOOO! IT MUST BE FINISHED!
MECHANICS! Get those damn gear assemblies in place!
MASONS! Where are those floodgates I’m asking for!?!
CARPENTERS! I want those waterwheels set up NOW!
Animarytak, for the last time, I want you HAULING away those boulders, not COUNTING the number of rock nut seeds IN OUR STOCKS!!!
Late Winter, 752
Darkness, fire, those... those monsters... Stop... please stop... haunting my dreams...
No more torture...
No more pain...
Just please...stop.Power.
I need more power.
MORE
POWER I NEED
!!MORE!!!
Late Winter, 752Must… finish… project… heh hee… Clowns… circus… coming…
Doom….. arriving…
Must… finish… my BATTEREY~~~
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...The rest of the journal excerpt is filled with illegible words and letters, save at the very bottom of the page where there is a single lonely sketch of a pump moving water spinning a watermill powering a pump in the never ending cycle of dwarven engineering ingenuity._______________
The massive construct is now complete and stable, but its designer and creator does not appear so. Noodle, now known as the "Mad Mechanic," continues his daily tasks of hauling and mechanism building, but has lost the ability of correlated speech or writing. A new overseer now takes his spot in the Spring of 753.
Attached is a cross section of his final creation from the bottom to top.(Next upload)