Some lad took over the Fort. I'm happy with that, actually. But I
will leave a fucking legacy!
Tholtig kind of forgot to warn me we were running out of booze. Bloody idiot of a woman. Thankfully, in a stroke of genius, I ordered a channel to be dug into the flooded tunnel section. It's not booze, but we'll survive.
I have started digging down to find caverns. People say there be trees in there. Right. So far, there be kimberlite down here.
Something is wrong with this Tholtig lass. She just told me there's nothing to catch in the Southeastern Swamps. I shouted back, mildly angered, THAT WE ARE IN A FUCKING GLACIER!
Turns out that cheerful lad is called Sirocco. The second. I sure hope the first one doesn't get here. Ever. He's so annoying.
We have found precious ores. Too bad we WON'T BE ABLE TO USE IT! Gah. Useless place.
I managed to salvage a few logs from the workshops, rebuilding them from stone, and ordered some barrels made for booze. Tholtig is currently saving our arses, bless the lass...
REINDEER! That's what woke me up. No, not the reindeer themselves, but Sirocco shouting that into my ears. He was also shouting "Dwarf Santa is here!". Idiot.
Well. Remember when I said I worship Ögred? That was a joke. But this guy was nice enough to make me a statue of her and me. I'll use it to bash him around.
As if I needed more reasons to smack him in the head, he envisioned a rather... gloomy end of our explorations.
Tholtig was nice enough to tell me she can't hold brooze in a barrel shape without a barrel. No shit, Dwarflock!
I think I offended her. She spends her time alone in the corner. I think I heard her crying. Poor lass. Come 'ere!
We started digging out some more space, and Sirocco started smoothing the dining hall to-be. He's not entirely useless. But I wish he would stop singing Merry Dwarfmas.
NIRMEK! What have I done? Why are you punishing me with these idiots?
Meng, or SHADE, as he started calling himself (I REALLY don't like that guy. Way too creepy since the beginning of autumn.) finally finished the first room. I think I'll call it Mormota's omni-purpose room.
Um.. Mr Merchants? WHY DO YOU COME TRADING TO A GLACIER? You know what? It's fine. Really, it's all right. Come on in!
I will have Nix's head for this! This is treason! Or perhaps the liason is an idiot. Or it's just that I was down in the mines. Well, anyways. He met with the liason.
A piglet saw the massive amount of food the merchants brought... and starved. Poor thing. Well, more like poor, tasty thing. Hmm, pork roast...
Winter. Darkness. Fucking. Great.
Well. My clever plan worked. We got all the goods of the traders. Silly traders. Well, that's not true, they're not silly. They're fucking idiots.
Well, one of them isn't. I wish I could make him stay.
The merchants announced they leeched enough off our food that they'll leave now. This made a dog so happy he grew up.
Well, right. Scratch fucking idiots. Make it something like FUCKING IDIOTIC RETARDS. They expect us to give them.. armour and ammunition? What? And how?
Sirocco is working nicely. And slowly.
WHAT IN NIRMEK'S BOSOMS!
Oh, it was just some plump helmets. Apparently, vermin leave food alone as long as it's in the place it's supposed to be in. Once I told people to move the food we have, vermins attacked. It might also be worth noting that a dwarf's sense of duty was so strong he starved while hauling the merchant's stuff. He is good stock. Was.
Everyone is working. Such delight.
If you ask me, they deserved to die. If you're stupid enough not to drink, you're not ought to live. Which you won't for long. Creation at it's perfect! At any rate, I forbade people to store the merchants' stuff.
So. Polar bears live here? Cool.
I HATE THIS PLACE! I HAD ENOUGH. I.. I.. *sobs*
ELK! This time, it wasn't Sirocco. It was Nix. He thought the Elk were zombies and they were attacking. I walked him out, and illustrated him how I'll make a zombie of him if he doesn't let me sleep again. He seemed touched.
Ah, finally. After digging miles below the ground, I found a cave, and a way down to another one. Our staircase ends on the ceiling of the cave, so I ordered a bridge installed to stop fliers from killing our fort. Hopefully. It's made of clay though, so I don't have much hope in it.
Work is going nicely, I think I'm finished with leading this bunch of idiots. Seriously. This guy is sleeping on the floor. Five steps from our beds. Obviously. Obviously.