Wut? it's not as if he can't play- save's up. Don't use the old save, at least.
Gosh darn it, read the prior page.
Besides, It'll probably be a few days until he'd even start writing.
EDIT: okay,okay, here's your frakking journal.
The traps have been readied, the defenses completed. Now, with the Great Citadel almost finished, we cannot be invaded from above. Some final touches remain, but these hazards have been walled off for the time being.
I've just been told that the humans, who had been trading, have just left. Though the guards accompany them, it's never safe to walk right into the hands of the zombies.
One zombie's hands, however, are already full.
Cheese? Why? Maybe it's squishy enough to be seen as a brain.
The military is sent to remove any zombies loitering about the cage traps, and repeatedly discover goblins trying to use the siege as cover for their own crimes.
Meanwhile, inside the caves, an unpleasant creature has decided to migrate.
Another one of similar kind, however, has made its way into the fortress. I have no idea how, perhaps through an open floodgate, but the military takes care of it as well- slowly and extremely painfully. Assuming, of course, this dread creature feels pain.
After a great amount of time standing around the cage traps, the military has defeated the zombie horde. Hurrah. The goblins decide to capitalize on this opportunity and send a force of former horsemen.
Perhaps we can use these weapons. Urk Dasha arrive later. These enemies, too, will be captured and later indoctrinated into our forces, once that animal trainer gets schooled in hypnosis as ordered. We figured he's be the best dwarf for the job.
Time passes by. Jobs are issued, children are born, our civilization enjoys a brief, month-long respite.It is not to last.
Well, the trainer has failed in his attempts. Ah, well. We'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way. RELEASE THE
KRAKEN PRISONERS!
The population is...not pleased with this course of action. They were told that we were going to dump the prisoners into the lava pipe, but instead the morons tried to take them out before the lava was reached, and escapes occurred.
There were no casualties, it seems, and all of the prisoners have been killed other than the goblins, who were left caged to be stripped of possessions beforehand. They will need dealt with- by the next administrator. I have been asked- at axeblade- to vacate my position after this miscommunication. They have glimpsed, at times, my outbursts of possession, and believe I have ordered these prisoners set free in order to sate the thirst of the Blood God. I always knew that I would never keep it hidden for long, but I had assumed I would be deposed because of some outburst of violent insanity. How disappointing- how dwarvenly it would be to go out in a wave of bloody glory. Ah, well. I still live, at least- capital punishment is not the dwarven way. Unless, of course, you violate orders. Then you'll get a hammering.
I have been disgraced, but I will still walk these halls. That, at least, is better than my previous fate at other fortresses. I will make a living here as an operator of siege equipment, should the need arise. Farewell, good reader.
Sit vis tecum.
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