As I see the magma start to flow I think back on the last few months.
I inherited a fort on the brink of tantrum spiral. Tight quarters, limited supplies and deadly enemies had taken their toll. Close to twenty percent of the fort was significantly unhappy and a few dwarves threw tantrums. However I had largely Isolated those few in the main (if you can call it that) area in the fort while I sent everyone else out to work on our defenses. After some broken furniture and a steady supply of booze they settled down and got back to work.
The humans came; which is something I didn't expect. I sabotaged the trade depot and it collapsed just as they finished unloading their goods. They left unhappy. I look forward to their return next year. At some point they will send what we desperately need: iron. We will just have to liberate it from their corpses. I know this lot and they will reward our battle prowess with ever more iron. By the time they send their law-giver we will have bled their forges dry, melted down their kit and forged steel from their slag.
Migrants came. I have never been so happy to see a bunch of half dead mongrels. We have lots to haul and more to build before the beasts that inhabit the caverns of our world catch wind of us.
Finally, dwarven merchants came. They did not have much that we need; which is good because we don't have much to offer. I have been on the lookout for white, black and clear gemstones for Professor Lloyd. He says we need them to make some kind of stones that we will use to make some other kind of stone so that we can produce our own magnetite ore. I think he is a fool and I will prove him so, when we finally get a fourth white gem.
But enough enough about yesterday...
Looking around I spot Roboboy.
"Fetch Thikut, Zefon and Asmel and have them meet me in my quarters."