Ah... well... I'm going to, ah, lengthen it.
Irony stood on the edge of the BATTEREY and wiped the sweat from her brow. The great machine was finally completed. Not that it had any purpose she could discern, apart from making an infernal racket.
Predictably, Noodle, the dwarf responsible for this contraption, had gone mad when it was finally completed. He was still going about his previous tasks, but his eyes had gone strange and from his mouth flowed a continuous stream of unintelligible babble. He hadn't taken a bath since the project started, and his beard was now a vermin-nest. She suspected there might even be roaches living in there. The very thought brought bile to her mouth.
Though she disliked the man intensely, there was no denying his mad plan had given direction and meaning to their lives. Without his overweening pomposityleadership, the fort would fall into chaos before winter.
Since no one else was stepping forward, Irony decided to take matters into her own, rather dusty, hands.Chronicles of Deathgate the Doom-FortPieced together from graffiti left by one "IM~" on the walls of the BATTEREY.
3rd Slate, 753The fortress is in chaos. The old manager has lost his mind, there's a bridge to the sky, kittens are everywhere, it's three dwarves to a bed and all we have is wine. Which... is really good. But still. I need variety.
It falls to me to return some semblance of order to this place. To return us to the traditions of the mountainhomes.
Notes to self:
- Grow something other than plump helmets.
- Excavate some dormitories.
- Put the kittens somewhere "safe".
- Finish the dining hall, install wells, and decorate.
- Perfect the entrance.
- Think of something else something else to motivate everyone.
- Make sure noodle doesn't kill anyone.
4th Slate, 753Not another one! Now a Clothier has begun acting strangely, like a completely different person. She's now calling himself "Alkhemia".
Microcline, Microcline, Microcline! I'm sick of Microcline! One of the previous overseers put a microcline stockpile next to the masons. I must stop this madness at once.