The life of Mitchewawa, Ruler of Deathgate
Chapter 12: Rupture all of our anuses
Construction continues; damned to be known as an insane idiot, I'm a practical one!
And I would like to take a moment out of my time to remind everyone the sheer size of our great fortresses history;
Deathgate's story will never stop being written. Whether, like today, etched onto adamantine-plated gold-gilded obsidian stone, or like the past, etched into the side of a deceased, half-eaten dwarf. Deathgate's story will not die.
14th Limestone:Our Dwarven civilisation does not have any important leaders. I assume this means we'll never receive a monarch?
Moods are low, people have had to suffer such tragedies as 'Suffered the death of a pet', and 'Had to eat a spouse to survive'. It's depressing. If only they had some free time to appreciate our fine statue gardens and dining rooms. Make friends. Make new spouses?
20th Limestone:Migrants! Lighten the load lads; get some rest! We have wagon-people here to do our jobs for us!
Found a cat just lying around like this. Can't be a good sign. Coincidentally, a stray pup died of infection.
24th Limestone:Had to knock down bits of wall to accommodate new archery rangers. I hope no demons show up to rupture all of our anuses with their demonic phalli. Gives us a chance to bury the dead though. The engineers have told me that "Dwarfs pathing to hell has dropped my 'Eff-Pee-Ess' from 30 to 10." That can only bode poorly to the dwarf-time continuum.
This places suffers from some incredible base length issues. There are many jobs requiring people to walk over great distances, back and forth. Farms close to the surface, whereas our living rooms are close to hell. Workshops over a days walk. Stockpiles on the other side of the world! This is madness!
7th Sandstone:Things are looking up. I've yet to see more than 4 depressed dwarfs, construction is progressing well.
This great beast cannot reach us, as the cavern layers have been walled off. It's rather interesting to see this thing wonder around, sniffing the fungiwood trees and stepping in cave spider webbing.
23rd Sandstone:My my, two months gone by and this journal page isn't even full. Armok bless uneventful days(?)
Ordered a section of floor removed, at the bottom of the hellbase. The part that wasn't covering a section of the abyss. Why was it even there? I could have used those rocks.
The demons have moved away from our base. We are no longer under siege; now I can be safe knowing that I can knock down more wall blocking construction. We can also bury more of our dead stuck outside.
10th Timber:You know, I liked it better when I was fearing for my life. Less boring. Man, do I hate all this progress, well being and hope... Hope we're attacked soon!
14th TimberYou know, I haven't had a good look at our front entrance. The outdoors scare me. There are a
lot of traps; perhaps someone should have done this in hell? There's a drop trap, a ballista battery, weapon trap rows, cage traps... It all looks menacing, especially with its spikes of iron and gore.
Goblins ambushed the cage-trap hill. OoOOOHoOHoohoOOHooo...
A peasant with no skills in anything has entered a secretive mood. Everyone get ready; the high and mighty woodcrafters are going to have another in their ranks.
Production has started. Upright spear traps shall soon be placed.
I've ordered Ovg's peacock and her children slaughtered. Not like he'll need them now.
26th Timber:Construction nearing completion. Production started. 3 months past. No casualties, injuries, or anything interesting of any kind. People have told me some magnificent ideas to pass the time; make a logo in hell, flood hell, make a new BATTERY in hell... None of which I either have the know-how, time or resources to do.
Oh, I was wrong. He's not a woodcrafter now, he's a mason. Much better!
6th Moonstone:Last season until the new election. Iiiiiim so boooooored. Now I hope I don't get re-elected.