((Ok, some other dwarf stories and GENUINE ACTION next update. I got called in to work today. No time left, no time at all.))
From the Memoirs of Wilberforce Amber RopenourishedWell, dear readers, a month has passed since I was divested of power. That man Anderson has been keeping the whole fort running every which way with his “arena” nonsense, leaving the real work to those dwarfs still possessed of sense and sensibility. What do I mean, “real work?” Why, the bridge, of course!
Work has continued on said monstrosity since the day I arrived here, stopping only for want of resources. The original settlers might have made a great deal of mistakes while building, but at least they saw fit to protect the approach to their great project!
We added to those defenses, and work continues through siege and ambush.
From the causeway we move to the lovely green glass windows, which provide a distorted and, well, green view out over the merciless ocean, where waves crash against each other, blind and violent and indifferent. I find it quite relaxing, myself!
The span of the bridge itself has been constructed of blocks of all kinds, following the design pattern of “what the hell, let’s put it here.” The statues were not part of the original designer’s plan, I have heard, but as he is no longer among the living (so far as I know), I consider them a nice addition.
My own personal touch on the bridge was to add, here and there, small roofed outworks.
These provide a pleasant space for workers to rest, eat and drink while making the journey over the immense span. I can tell you myself that it’s a long and thirsty journey. Only pride and a sense of prejudice against comfort stopped the previous builders from doing likewise, I would say.
By my estimation, which should by no means be considered accurate, we have used some 1,543 blocks in the construction thus far, as well as 215 steel bars and 105 glass windows.
And still we build.
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