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[zephyr_hound]

I like soapmakers! What else am I supposed to do with 200 units of forgotten beast tallow!? Eat it?

Yeah I get fond of my dwarves too. Particularly in this fort which is now 23 years old (oldest I have ever gone) and there are some interesting characters starting to emerge.

[Musashi]

My dwarves also end up growing on me before I know it, even though I'm doing my best not to get attached to them.
Fortunately, for some reason, mayors revealing themselves to have a sadistic streak lose all sympathy to me. I'm not that crazy yet.

[Kassil]

I only like engravers. I get really angry when one of my engravers die.  Best military dwarf dies? The cheese maker in the next migrant wave can take his place.

is it wrong of me to have a professional cheesemaker in my fortress actually doing his job in most of my forts?

I suspect you of secretly being an elf, now.

That's an overreaction; it's not like he's using a soapmaker to actually make soap.

*shudders at the thought*

Okay, so he's not an elf, he's an elf-sympathizer.

[Mungrul]

I had a real problem recently with a Dwarven Child that was suffering the trying-to-feed-dead-pets-spam bug.
He was innocent, in mourning and had his whole life ahead of him.
But he just wouldn't shut up.

Solved that problem with a repeating upright spike trap airlock outside the dining room.

[SpiralDimentia]

I had a real problem recently with a Dwarven Child that was suffering the trying-to-feed-dead-pets-spam bug.
He was innocent, in mourning and had his whole life ahead of him.
But he just wouldn't shut up.

Solved that problem with a repeating upright spike trap airlock outside the dining room.

D:

[Necro910]

I had a real problem recently with a Dwarven Child that was suffering the trying-to-feed-dead-pets-spam bug.
He was innocent, in mourning and had his whole life ahead of him.
But he just wouldn't shut up.

Solved that problem with a repeating upright spike trap airlock outside the dining room.

Sell him to the Elves. They'll pay a good price for veal!

[Shook]

Well, i actually developed a mild compassion for my miner who tackled and subsequently got crippled by a polar bear. She went on to survive multiple forgotten beasts and cave-ins, so when she finally succumbed to explosive bleeding, caused by toxic blood from an invading giant purple alligator, i baww'd a little. Not to mention that she was the last legendary miner i had, and was a legendary crutchwalker too. LEGENDARY. CRUTCHWALKER.

[FaultyLogic]

Oh yeah, I totally get attached to them. At least in the forts where I really go for surviving, not just trying out some elaborate idea and then dying horribly.

I like putting statues in rooms depicting the dwarf that live there, and so forth. I've learned that I enjoy the game more if I take the time to get to know my dwarves personality.

Over the years playing this game is still remember certain dwarves from certain forts, that did especially cool things. One of my first dwarves to ever die was a baby named Sibrek, washed over the edge of a bridge during the seasonal flood. Oh, good ol' 2d version. The really first where miners dying under collapsing stone when I had no idea what I was doing.

The most awesome one was a champion squadleader shedwarf. She carried her two infants with her in battle, using them as meatshields and then becoming utterly enraged when they were hacked to pieces.

In that same fort I also recall an epic scene; A dragon came to spread terror and I promptly ordered everybody inside. But the mayor didn't comply. She just stood outside the entrance, watching the great reptilian as it drew nearer. The dragon saw her and charged. At this time I was tearing my hear out, screaming words of murder at the retarded dwarf (of whom I was attached to). The dragon then scurried up on the small hill where she was standing, spewing out a cloud fiery death towards her. And just as it did, the dwarf turned and leaped down a slope, evading the fire by a hair, and ran inside. The dragon followed and was gutted by the resident dwarf caravan guards. Anticlimactic ending, but the whole thing was rather thrilling. I'll never know what made the dwarf act that way.

[Thatdude]

-snip-
I'll never know what made the dwarf act that way.

I'm pretty sure that this was linked to the other day but you have to wait untill the explosion is right behind you!

But on topic, yeah, I get attached to my dwarves. But my military ones that I like never die, they just become crippled with multiple 'motor nerve damage in the lower right arm' or something like that. Then I don't retire them from the military and the really die...

[Naryar]

I tend to like my starting seven, my legendary military and any dwarf that brings good skills to the fort. e.g. legendary metalworker, cook, grower, stonecrafter, mason, carpenter, bone carver, leatherworker, etc.

[Korva]

I'm kind of a softie and always grow very attached to the founders in particular, even if their skills are made redundant by the very first migrant waves. Useful legendary crafters grow on me too. Kids on the other hand I couldn't care less about, except maybe the firstborn of every fort. The founders aside, though, I am not really bugged by anyone dying, even stupidly -- I mainly just see red when the other dwarves let a wounded fellow lie and scream outside the gate or when the doctors idle for a season rather than treat them.

On a related note, I had my very first massacre yesterday. It was completely preventable: never send the civvies outside in the last month of a season especially near spots where you KNOW the invaders tend to spawn, at least not without a military escort. The late winter siege arrived right on time, with a squad of axegobs and one of marksgobs popping out right next to my dwarves -- many of whom, of course, ran in any direction BUT towards the entrance.  All in all, I lost 20 out of my 226 right there, then two more in an ambush while grabbing the bodies to bury them (maybe three, one was saved by the militia but developed an infection in his broken hand), and then a snatcher one-shot a kid hanging out sadly near the place where some dwarves died. By that time I was just laughing. Almost lost a founder, but she made it, so I was content. Two legendary miners and a legendary engraver were not so lucky, and a legendary axedwarf I was quite fond of as well as a green hammerdwarf were perforated by crossbow bolts as they tried to get the marksgobs off the civilians. What a mess, I loved it. And just as I was thinking "hm, this is getting a bit boring" too. 

[darkflagrance]

Not long after I founded my fort, my army of spear and sword masters was trapped outside the walls and annihilated by unexpected nightwings and giant fiend spiders, including the commander of the miliary. The only elite survivor of my military was the son of my founding bone carver and original militia commander, the last living trace that the founding seven had even existed. I had named him Legacy to remind myself of his lineage. The only reason that he had survived was that I had removed him from service in the hopes that he would marry and start a family, and keep the line of my founders alive in this way.

Thus, the only reason I still had a military after that debacle was because I felt sentimental enough about a soldier to temporarily remove him from action. Without him, I would not have survived the coming months of sieges that awaited.

Legacy the swordsman became the new commander of the fortress military, and steadily rebuilt it. He was calm and never discouraged, and loved to try new things. His military service lasted ten years, during which he avenged the deaths of his fellow squadmates, brothers, and uncles, who had perished earlier at the hands of named nagas, tigermen, and warwolves that returned as leaders of sieges. Though in the process he lost his right hand to the lashes of a goblin squad commander, he soon learned not only how to use his blade with equal skill in his left, but also to wield a shield in that same hand that earned itself five kills.

Though later Legacy was killed by the bolts of an elite Fury Crossbow Master, he was survived by four children and several grandchildren - his line and the line of the founders of my fortress yet live on in them!

[Korva]

Sweet! I wish my founders would breed but they never do. I guess my tendency to keep everyone busy interferes with social affairs, gotta give the little buggers more time off.

[Lytha]

Yeah, I still remember Olin from one of my earlier fortresses. She was the expedition leader and awesome. I also remember certain things like Melbil+Melbil in one fortress, or my current Thikut+Thikut couple. I remember an Alath who I tried to turn into something as awesome as Mörul was (but I grew bored with that fortress before she was a legendary master of everything). I also noticed fondly that my current chief medical dwarf married no one else but the migrant bone doctor. I was also extremely excited to see a pair of baby boys being born this time. They even look very identical (burnt sienna haircolour, dark peach skin tone, ochre eyes, narrow noses and flat ears - the problem with that is that ALL my dwarves look like that, so it's more likely a mess-up from my raw editing). Heck, I even remember fondly how in my very first fortress, the butcher of that Play Now! scenario became adopted by the cats.

And yeah, I am actually fond of the sight of a dwarven mother running around, being followed by her flock of children. This becomes annoying if she is a mason though and keeps walling her brats into the magma pump stack.

My fondness of them does NOT go so far as that I would obey the mandates or demands though. In fact, I think I successfully edited the mandates out of the raws now.


What I atomsmash without any second thought is immigrant trash. They get burrowed below the smasher before I can noticed their cute little quirks.

[Naryar]

What I atomsmash without any second thought is immigrant trash. They get burrowed below the smasher before I can noticed their cute little quirks.

"Hello, I am a competent liar and professional potash maker !"

*SMASH*

Seriously, sometimes you have the feeling the dwarf civilization is just using your fortress as trash bin for migrants.

edit: o wait i forgot that comic