Well...
Never did think I'd see the day I'd follow in my father's footsteps. Mostly because he explicitly told me not to right before he lost his mind and joined in on a demon-hunting party. Of course, it's not as if I had much choice in the matter. The last leader skipped town, but only after he had slipped a crown onto my head while I was sleeping in the dining room. When I woke up, everyone started congratulating me on my promotion. Right. Congratulations. I could see the half of them snickering into their beards. Sigh...
Unfortunately, I barely even have any idea where anything is. I know the way from my post to my room and the dining room. And they expect me to run this place? Right. Although if the past overseers have been any indication, none of them succeeded either.
Anyway, they put me down on a chair and told me to "take a look at the records." I've got to say, I was kind of impressed with the state of the fortress. After all, not every fortress can survive with 59 surviving dwarves, corpses scattered all over the place, a single dedicated hauler, random rooms in random places, no military to speak of, no order to ANY placement of ANYTHING, <expletive deleted> STOCKPILES <removed for family-friendliness> HIDING IN THE MOST UNREASONABLE <obscene gerund> PLACES POSSIBLE, AND DEAR MOTHER OF ARMOK WHAT THE HELL <obscenity
not removed> HAS
HAPPENED TO THIS PLACE?!?!
Hold on there, Scal! Deep breaths now. It's all going to be alright. Just got to...Just got to find a place to start...
Alright, having noticed the failboat that is the military, I decided to make their upkeep the primary goal of my leadership. What better way to honor my father? So, firstly, I updated their orders to equip adamantium armor. As it was, they were told only to wear "metal" armor, and I decided not to risk any seasoned warriors(*chuckle*) going into battle with the demons wearing copper armor.
Further, the military was a disorganized mess! I consolidated the soldiers into groups by weapon, and now have them training in the hellbunker at all times. Maybe I won't have to be so sarcastic next time I say "seasoned warriors."
And then I noticed something. Someone had allowed demons to enter our colony in Hell! I do not know what fool had allowed such a travesty to occur, but I will not allow the lives of our forbears to be trivialized so! Those demons
will be removed, the bunker fully reclaimed, and, Armok willing, expand it into a fully functioning colony. The denizens of Hell shall curse the name of Scaliper II with their dying breaths!
To this end, I have ordered the archers to stand on a ledge overlooking the demons so as to shoot at them. Hopefully, enough bolts sticking out of the skin is enough to kill a demon. Otherwise, well, annoying demons is always a good idea.
Further, I have ordered some spearmen into the arena, and am just now setting to pull the lever releasing some trapped goblins. Hopefully, all shall go well.
OOC: Ah, back in the saddle again! I had forgotten how frustrating this place was, but that, I suppose, is part of what makes it so much fun!
For what it's worth, I found a little ledge in the bunker that the demons can't reach, but is overhanging the room they are standing in. I figured I may as well get some archers up there, just because.
I also messed with military scheduling a bit, in that I removed the "training" tag from all of the squads. In my experience, the military trains more quickly when left to spar. That said, if you have found otherwise, let me know.
Finally, for those who have just finished their turns(and really everyone), send me a PM if you'd like a
T-Shirt. I'm still one or two short of what I'd like before sending the company an email concerning templates going to multiple people.