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Well, this is interesting. I appear to be double-listed after signing on for a shot at overseership just now. Either some charitable/malicious individual signed me up last night at 3:40am, or I arose in the middle of the night and signed myself up without forming a memory or even reading that it was time to do so in the thread (still had 20-some unread posts today).
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... Yeah! Me too! I want to sign up twice!
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A small request for the next Overseer: Seems I was dorf'd as a baby, could I get a screencap of his description?
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Leperflesh posted:D_INIT controls the population cap, so this is not part of the raws. It's currently at the default of 200. As for raising it... I have always set my population to 40 for my fortresses (With a child cap of 40 so I could set of sieges) and even that much dumps the framerate to about 80-85fps for me. The problem with setting it higher is that it may be beyond some peoples ability to run, locking them out of any overseer role.
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We're using the (modified) values: [BABY_CHILD_CAP:50:20] Which means up to 50 children, but no more than 20% of the fortress population. This only affects birthrates, though: more kids can show up among migrants and they're not counted.
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Is the save going to be posted soon for those of us who want to go adventuring with a legendary swordsman with an adamantine sword?
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Is the save going to be posted soon for those of us who are lucky number 7 which you will roll in a little over an hour?
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Bad Munki posted:Is the save going to be posted soon for those of us who are lucky number 7 which you will roll in a little over an hour? You're gonna kick that football this time, Charlie Brown.
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There's still another hour and a half on the clock. I thought there might be a chance I'd get some lepermod updates done, but today turned out to be a lovely work day so I'll get the save up shortly. Edit: Bronzestabbed7.zip is up on the Overseer site (Warning: potential spoilers). Leperflesh fucked around with this message at 05:23 on Sep 22, 2012 |
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Oh, shoot, you're right, I never updated my timezone after I moved.  e: Maybe you should just go ahead and roll so I can go to bed, content with the knowledge that I can destroy everything this weekend. 
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Sep 22, 2012 05:29
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Leperflesh posted:Good grief! 
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It's time. 1d11=2 Thadius shall be our next Overseer. Thadius, please get in touch with me as soon as possible, via PMs or email (my user name at gmail.com). Go ahead and grab the save, but don't start playing till we've had a chance to discuss things.
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You all have no idea how happy I am. For once, my avatar and my actual mood are POLAR OPPOSITES. Downloading the save now, sending PM's... And preparing. For my story.
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I was chomping at the bit to give it a shot every time before now, but I think I can officially say that the fortress is beyond the scope of what I can handle (and that I am apparently not the only one who feels that way). Ugathspeed, Thadius.
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Thadius posted:And preparing. For my story. Build more fortifications. 
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Thadius posted:And preparing. For my story. 
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 28th Obsidian, 242. Dear Journal. What a year. Hell, what a life. When I told the dwarves here that I came from 'beyond,' they immedately assumed that I was sent from 'above.' And drat it all, I don't know WHAT the last person to lead this place did, but they had a drat hatred for the gods and, well, anything from 'above.' I write now to make sure that I haven't forgotten my life before Bronzestabbed. Because at this point, I'm not sure if even I belive it anymore. Even as I take these last few heavy steps as Overseer of Bronzestabbed, a most worthy title, the likes of which I will not hold again, I pine for my old life. ----- Day one.  I live. More than that, I do not quite know. Behind me lies a vast collection of trees, and a desert. I believe I will stick to these plains. Later, same day.  I have found a village of people unlike myself. They speak to me, and I barely understand them. Once before, they met someone like me. He lives to the north, and they gave me directions. In the northern desert, lies a river. Should I cross it and follow it until I reach a place where seasons intersect, his home shall be visible. He may provide me with shelter and sustinence. I thank them and take my leave as the sun lowers. They wave goodbye somewhat sadly. Night one. I have reached the desert, but what is that sou-  The creature smells of death and attacks me! Having no weapons, I flee into the desert! My only hope lies with the other!  The road is not an easy one. More creatures line the riverbanks, and I find myself erring on the side of caution, and venturing into the desert, to where I can still see the river.  It turns out to be a bad decision.  I have found the house! What glory! I rush inside and sleep in the bed until dawn. Day two. Now that I am looking around, I see no signs that the other has been here recently. A farm is in operation, and plant life has been allowed to grow for quite a while. If I lived here for any length of time, all this grass rubbing me would becoming annoying, and I would trim it.   I find a chamber beneath the house filled with books. The one upon the pedestal appears to be the diary of the other. He has made many an observation about the world he found himself in, including the monsters. But what I find most intersting is the last few lines. "Within my old mineshaft, I have build the aperture between dimensions. The villagers assure me that fire is how to awaken the device, and that I should be prepared for the world I will find myself in. Digging for days has found the strongest gear one could ask for, and slaying the foes of night has brought me the power to make my gear even better. For better or worse, today, I enter this device." Behind the other's house, a long mineshaft awaits... Day two, later. I found it.  Beside a lake of molten rock, atop an outcropping of cast-off rock from the flow, lies the device. It howls and glows, and a lever next to it raises my suspicions. The other, I have seen no sight of him. There was a backup set of gear in one of his containers. I equip it now, readying myself. The other may need me in whatever world he has found himself in. I stare at the lever, and back into the device. When I feel like water surrounds me, I reach out and pull it. I hear an explosion...   An update to come tomorrow, probably mostly consisting of me poking around and taking notes, like some kind soul suggested. I need to sleep, but I wanted to give you all something, and give you an idea of what you all might be dealing with here. Thadius fucked around with this message at 19:33 on Sep 22, 2012 |
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In my first actual update to come tonight, I promise this: Somebody dies. And I didn't even unpause. Place yer bets!
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I have no clue about who dies but I have serious suspicions about how...
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  I awoke in a room of white. White floors, white walls. An incredibly rotund dwarf was standing over me, staring somewhat intently at me. I stirred, and he began to talk to me. "You. Strange one. Do you have a name?" I groaned and clutched my head. "Where am I?" "The fortress of Bronzestabbed, located on the Hill of Rewarding, near the Fields of Vice, and part of The Rare Ship. Now do you have a name? I can't just call you 'you' all the time." "As far as I know, no. Then again, I don't know much." At this point I began looking around for the book of the other. I had it in my possession when I went through the portal, and now it was missing. "Do you k-" "Then by custom, I give you a name. You shall now be called Thadius." Thadius. It fit, oddly enough. Somewhere in my head, or in my heart, one of the two, I knew that this name was right. "Thank you. What may I call you?" "I am known as Leperfish. Now come. Our queen wishes to meet with you." -----  I was escorted through many a tunnel, having to watch out for low-hanging stalagtites more than once. At one point, I even became stuck, and required Leperfish's assitance in getting out of the situation I had gotten myself into. But finally we stood before a set of double doors. "This is the queen's rooms. Be sure to knock." I turned around and noticed Leperfish retreating down the corridor. "Wait!" I yelled after him. "Aren't you coming in with me?" "She wants to meet YOU. Not me." My heart sunk. There was a sense of dread surrounding those doors now. I felt as though the worst thing I could do was knock on them. I lifted my hand and clenched it into a fist. I knocked once. Twice. "Enter!" Quite slowly, quite apprenhensively, I did. A hallway led me to a large room with two thrones in it. The queen of dwarves occupied one. I'm not quite sure what I was expecting when I heard that the Queen was expecting me... But a queen who was playing against one of the milita commanders in a drinking game was hardly it. Of course, I didn't know that she called such an event 'Thursday.' "HAH! I win again! Pay up, Three Phase!" I coughed slightly at the entrance to her large throne room. Both dwarves looked at me, and the queen's expression went from shock, to wonder, to exasperation. "Oh dear. It looks like the patient is awake. Just in the nick of time for you, I suppose. Off you get, Three Phase. I have a meeting to conduct." The dwarf pushed past me with a muttering of 'Thanks for showing up then.' I came forward a step, and paused. "Your majesty. I am unaware of what I need to do when meeting you. Please enlighten me." The queen laughed. "Protocol, schmotocol. Just sit down overe there for now." She gestured to the seat Three Phase had been occupying, and I filled it. "First things first, what's your name?" "Leperfish has named me Thadius, and I find it fits." The queen nodded. "I am Zulban Uzolbesmar, but 'Your Highness' will do for the moment. I might not be a fan of the rules, but there are a few that appeal to me, after all. Now...where did you come from?" I searched my person, but could not find the book of the other. "Your majesty, when I arrived, I had a book in my possession. I seem to be missing it. Should it be returned to me, I could answer your questions." The queen nodded and rang a bell. Another dwarf came into the room, seemingly out of nowhere. "Yes, your highness?" "Find the one who found this one, and find the book this one had in his possession." The dwarf nodded and left. The queen turned to me with a mischevious glint in her eyes. "Wanna pick up where Three Phase left off while we wait?" ----- Meanwhile!   JimmytheD: Loden? Loden? Get up, Loden. Please, get up. ----- By the time the aide got back with the book, I was blind drunk, and the queen was slightly more inebriated. "I gotta say, stranger, whatever you are sure gets drunk easy! That's the fastest I've ever won!" "You jussss wait until I stop seeing three of ya. I'll get back into this, no problem." The aide coughed, holding out the book. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on me. Quickly, I grabbed it. "Thank you, thank you, a thousand thank yous." The aide merely nodded and walked out of the room. The queen swept our mugs to the floor so I could put the book on the table between us. "So this book has answers, yes? What sort?" "I am not sure myself, your majesty, but I will try to find them." On a whim, I started at the end and worked my way backwards, reading entries, and stopping when they did not seem to contain the information I sought. Finally, I found one from when the other first built the device, and my heart sunk. "I think...I can explain now, your majesty." The queen nodded and looked to me expectantly. I looked around the floor and found three different colored pebbles and a long, thin sliver of rock. "Think of everything you know. All the things in this world. Bronzestabbed. The Hill of Rewarding. The Fields of Vice. Everything you can see, and everything you can't. I shall represent it with this stone." I placed the white pebble on the table as the queen nodded. "Everything I knew from a few days ago, everything I experienced, I shall represent with another stone." This time, the grey pebble was placed. I tapped the grey pebble as I continued. "This was my entire world. It was a strange place, and I lived in it a short time. But apparently, someone else lived there before me. Built a house. Built a mine. And then decided to build a device that could enable travel between worlds." I picked up the black pebble and placed it on the table. "It was the hope of this other person that they could travel between this world," here I touched the black pebble, "and the world he lived in freely." Here I touched the grey pebble, and placed the thin rock between them. "But he never came back. His house, his garden. It seemed to have been abandoned for days. I read this in his diary, and finding a few tools in his house, decided to rescue him from wherever he ended up." The queen nodded. "It would make sense. You never met this person, yet they provided shelter to you." I lowered my head. "More than shelter. Food, safety. Knowledge. This person I never met probably saved my life, and I thought I could return the favor by following him. I didn't read the diary fully because I couldn't understand it. Now that I have, I worry for myself." The queen tilted her head. "Is there...something wrong?" I sighed. "Yes. When I found the device, there was a lever next to it. In my foolish haste, I entered the device, and as I felt it working, I reached out and pulled the lever. That changed the destination of the device from here," Here I touched the black pebble, "to here." Here I touched the white pebble, and moved the thin rock to connect the white and grey pebbles. "I fear now that the other is trapped in this world," black pebble, "And I am trapped here." White pebble. "I rushed things, and may have doomed both of us." The queen thought for a moment. "So you really do come from outside this world." "Ye-" "Outside the influence of the gods, of the evil that infests this world. Pure as could be asked for. Untouched." I was starting to squirm a little. "Yes..." "Untainted by the politics of this place. And you have a different way of thinking." "What are you gettin-" "By the power vested in me as queen, I declare you to be our new Overseer for this year." The shock and the booze knocked me out in seconds. ----- I awoke in the hospital again. Leperfish was standing nearby, reading...something. When I began to stir, he put it away. "Is this going to be a thing with you? You pass out, and I find you in the hospital?" I groaned, my head feeling as though there was a hammer rattling around inside it. "I hope not." Leperfish began to leave. "Wait, please stay. I might need to talk with you." He took a seat as I sat up in bed. "Well? What is it?" "The queen...uh..." "Spit it out." "Made me Overseer." There was silence for a few minutes. Then Leperfish spoke up. "You're joking." "No! I told her my story, she decided I was the best choice for some reason, and now I'm the Overseer!" Leperfish sighed. "I knew we needed one. But YOU? Why?" I shrugged. "Go ask her. What does being an Overseer entail, anyways?" Leperfish sighed. "More work than you could believe. I held the posistion first, and the fort has...survived, and thrived. More or less. Being Overseer means you have to decide on courses of action, which ones should be taken, which ones are terrible ideas." "Wait...have you been here the longest, then?" Leperfish nodded. "Me and a few others, yes." I grinned, and Leperfish must have caught wind of my plan from that, as he began talking quickly and in a high-pitched voice. "By the power invested in me as Overseer-" "Nononononono" "I hereby appoint you-" "NothappeningthisisNOTHAPPENING" "As my chief aide-" "Thiscan'tbehappening! Itcan'tbe!" "Effective immediately." "I REFUSE!" "Why?" Leperfish's face seemed to be contorted in anger as he thought of a way to put his reason into words. After a moment, he spoke again. "Because I held the posistion once! Why should I have to help anyone with it ever again?" "It wouldn't be that long! Just until I learn enough to the point where I'm not crying out in panic anymore! At the very least, can you show me around the place?" Leperfish thought for a moment. "Fine. That, I can do. But I make no promises about accepting what you've done."  "This is the dining room." "Looks pretty sparse and empty. More like a huge empty room than a room where any reasonable amount of dwarves could eat." Leperfish looked around. "Hadn't thought of that. We've got a lot more than before, so maybe you could change that." And after that, it was a whirlwind tour. From one project that the last Overseer had been working on, to the stockpiles, to the farms, to the lodging quarters. It was all fairly routine. That is up until... "Leperfish?" "Yes?"  "What's over there, past those bins?" Together we walked down a long hallway. At one point, we crossed a bridge over a shallow pool, but there was still silence until we reached the end of the road.  Leperfish's face contorted in anger again. "This is where..." I prodded. "Where what?" "Where those who worship Ugath were forced to live. Some of them were my FRIENDS!" I thought for a moment. The queen had taken Ugath's name a few times during our drinking game. Perhaps that's why Leperfish used the words 'used to.' Whoever made it realized that they could never force the queen down here? Then I noticed a few stairs in the corners. "Where do THOSE go?" Leper looked where I pointed. "Probably down to the caverns. We should do something about that." "We. I heard that. Do you accept my proposal, then?" Leper looked at me with a scowl. "Maybe. Perhaps I might be even more inclined to help you if you promised one of the first few things on your agenda was shutting this place down." "I'll see what I can do." Leper grunted. "Quite a lot, I imagine. Get back to the hospital, you should meet with the chief medical dwarf." I walked back to the hospital, looking to see if the room I had woken up in was still free. I was instead met by a dwarf that was even more rotund than Leperfish. "What do you wan- Oh. You. Our guest of honor. Are you about to pass out again? It would save me the trouble of dragging you to your bed if you did it here." I shook my head. "No, thanks. Um, did you already know-" "That you're the Overseer, yes. I have my paperwork all ready for you." "What paper-" I was burdened with a mound of paper that I could barely lift. I quickly set it down. "What is this all about?" "Medical status of every dwarf in the fortress." I looked at it fearfully. "Are there any to be concerned about?" "Just two. Rurik, one of the former cultists, injured his left foot to the point where he can't feel anything anymore."  "Gave him a crutch and let him walk it off." "And the other?"  "That'd be Zeetoo. Lost an entire leg. Gave her a crutch, she took to it like a carp to water." "Thank you, um-" "Marcus_cz, chief medical dwarf." "Thank you, Marcus. Is there anyone I should be meeting with right about now?" "You could do with meeting the militia commanders." So I went to the central area of the fortress, where the milita seemed to be praticing. When they saw me approach, they stopped, turned, and saluted. "Uh, thanks...but, not...nessecary." All of them put their hands down. "So, who's the commanders here?" Six dwarves stepped forward. From there, things got complicated, but I sorted it out eventually. The captain of the guard is Gnu Sheriff in Town. She has her own squad of eight other marksdwarves, all wearing heavy metal armor, called the Gnu Order. The militia commander is Mortal Sword. He leads a squad called the Rainy Boots, dwarves trained in melee and wearing metal armor. The four other captains lead four other squads. Three Phase, called The Neurotic, leads The Golden Barbs, a squad of three other dwarves training in melee. Personally I think it's just four good ol' dwarves getting together and getting drunk every weekend, but I've been known to be wrong. Rawkking leads a squad called The Lovely Treaties, another melee squad covered in metal armor. Kerrhyphen leads a squad named The Walled Skies. It appears to be a squad of eight fellow rangedwarves covered in metal armor. And finally, Internet Kraken leads the famous (around these parts) One Way Outs. It's a melee squad covered in armor that says it's been around since near the start of this fort.  And none of them have any idea how to deal with these goblins.  Ugath help me, but I need a drink.
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Thadius posted:
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Thadius posted:Meanwhile! Well, that's ok. Composers are much better once they're dead anyway.
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Loden Taylor posted:Well, that's ok. Composers are much better once they're dead anyway.
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Loden Taylor posted:Well, that's ok. Composers are much better once they're dead anyway. Well, it's like they say: Great musicians never really die. They merely decompose.  (I'll go sit in the corner now)
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Still 1st Granite, 242. "Hey! Hey Gnu! Gnu and Kerr, just the dwarves I wanted to see!" Gnu and Kerr stood to attention. "Overseer." "Listen, I gotta tell you about this guy, this John Dough. He's gotta be the best medical dwarf ever. I told him about my headache, and he said it was a hangover. He said humans get it after drinking too much dwarven ale. I asked him if he had anything for it, and he gave me something called Hair of the Dog. And I feel fantastic!"  Both Gnu and Kerr knew of John Dough, but would not say medicine was his area of expertise. Unless booze was a medical expense. "So after drinkin this stuff, I got a lot of ideas of how to deal with the goblins!" Gnu and Kerr winced internally. "Like, what if we sent all the militia at them? Surely we have more fightin guys than they do!  "Sir, we'd have to open the main gate to do that. And I don't know if you've noticed, but..."  "They have ogres." "Wassa ogre?" "Big. Mean. Nasty. Larger than a dwarf, capable of killing one in one hit if it hits right." "I could take a ogre!" "It's bigger than you too, sir." "Oh. Maybe not, then." "Any more ideas, sir?" "I gotta couple! Lemme think."  "What if we poked little holes in the wall? Could you shoot through the holes at the goblins then?" "We could, sir, and the majority of the goblins down there are not armed with bows." "Issa good plan, then!  "The one that DOES have a bow is legendary for it, though." "Hmm. But surely you guys are good enough with the bow that you could hit him, right?" Gnu and Kerr shrugged. "We could TRY, Overseer. Just in case, do you have any MORE ideas?" "I got...I got one more up here. Whattabout that tower? Can we use it to kill the goblins?"  "We could, Overseer..."  "...but the large part of the goblins that are near the tower DO have bows. And while we're good, we aren't THAT good." "Wait, wait, I have an idea about this idea. Issa plan within a plan. Gnu, you said only one of the guys down there is really good with a bow, right? Like, really really good, right?" "That's right, sir." "What if...what if we risked it? Yeah, what if we risked it, killed all the guys that don't have bows? And if the guys with bows stuck around..."  "We could send you up in the tower for, lessay a week. And then you take a week break. But while you're on break, you, Kerr, you go up the tower! And for the week Gnu's on break, you and your squad are in the tower! And then you take a week break. Y'see where I'm goin with this?" "We think so, sir. But why are you saying these things?"  "Gotta...gotta deal with the goblins. They have iron. Lotta dwarves complaining about no iron. We kill the goblins, we get their iron."  "Also, one of those goblins has a really shiny hammer. It's really shiny. Like, really REALLY shiny. We could use it." Gnu and Kerr nodded. "So you're going to...?" "Oh! Right! I gotta see the masons about the wall, then I gotta see a butcher about a screw." Gnu and Kerr paused. "Sir?" "Yeah! The last guy was some sorta butcher, and he built a giant screw thing! I wanna help him get his thing done! Maybe we can use it to kill the goblins if these plans don't work!" Thadius trundled off into the fortress, singing about needing a butcher for a screw.  Meanwhile, Yeoldbutcher was hiding in the largest room where he would have a clear view of the door, so that he could see the newest overseer, in case it was someone with a grudge against him. He wanted a clear line of sight on both the entryway and his chosen exitway.  Down in the depths of the fortress, one of the dwaves, Brute, nodded at another dwarf, Tax Refund. "The smelters are still operational." Then came the sounds of singing. Loud, bawdy singing. The sort of singing that dwarves don't normally produce except when John Dough was brewing ales for an event. A strange, gangly creature came down the stairway. "Oh I'm just a man needin' to know about a screw..." Tax Refund and Brute instantly recognized the creature as the one the Queen had appointed as being the next Overseer. That wouldn't exempt him one bit. "Back! These are the magma smelters for those that worship Ugath! Here we forge our weapons of war to strike back at the ones that persecuted us!" "You guys still goin on about that? I told Leper...well, I didn't tell him, but I meant that I would close down Ugathville. 'low all the dwarves back in. Don't see no reason to continue that sorta stuff." Tax Refund and Brute stood in shock. "Really?" "No foolin'. What sorta weapons you makin'?" "Uh...mostly bronze, but we did do some Adamantite smithing, back in the day." "Adawhat? Lemme see."  Tax Refund humored the drunken lanky Overseer. "This is where we mined it. We had to make sure it was safe first. See the floor beneath you? Adamantite." "Oh, thatsa shiny blue metal." "Up these stairs..."  The Overseer backed away. "No no no no no. We can't be having this. We can't be having this openness. I've met monsters before, we can't be just letting them in." "Overseer, the only monsters that could reach us would have to fly!" "You wanna take bets on how long it'll take before one shows up?" Tax refund paused. "Suddenly, no. I don't."  "Gotta get the masons down here. We'll put all sorts of walls and doors in here."  "Walls everywhere."  "Not gonna have one dwarf die due to a lack of walls if I can help it, no siree. I still need to find a butcher about a screw." And Thadius trundled on, still singing about a man and a screw. Thadius fucked around with this message at 02:14 on Sep 26, 2012 |
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I said build fortifications, not carve them into perfectly good walls! Build fortifications on top of the wall! It's two-wide, it's perfect to make a walkway and crenelations! You fool! You should probably do that after the goblins leave though.
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Thadius posted:I looked at it fearfully. "Are there any to be concerned about?"  And I'm also a Reformed Cultist now? I wonder what it means? I'm no longer a cultist - or have I started an Ugathite Reformation?
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Loden Taylor posted:Well, that's ok. Composers are much better once they're dead anyway. Loden Taylor is hanging out with Tupac and Elvis Presley. Oddly enough even though he's dead he keeps releasing new singles.
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Donkringel posted:Loden Taylor is hanging out with Tupac and Elvis Presley. This calls for holographic Loden Taylor fanart.
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Honestly, I'm surprised we haven't gotten into the habit of not burying notable fortress dwarves. I know the ghost mechanics are unpredictable at best, but how awesome would it be to have our own Phantom of the Concert Hall in Loden Taylor? Hell, let's desecrate Munki's grave so he can come back and moan at us as a ghostly
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Sep 24, 2012 02:08
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Triskelli posted:Hell, let's desecrate Munki's grave so he can come back and moan at us as a ghostly I'm all for this, make it so.
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Sep 24, 2012 02:16
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Triskelli posted:Honestly, I'm surprised we haven't gotten into the habit of not burying notable fortress dwarves. I know the ghost mechanics are unpredictable at best, but how awesome would it be to have our own Phantom of the Concert Hall in Loden Taylor? This might work for Munki, but I think that dwarves that die of old age never rise as ghosts.
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Jazzimus Prime posted:This might work for Munki, but I think that dwarves that die of old age never rise as ghosts. Considering baby ghosts will grow up (I did in Gemclod) that would make some sense. Well, as much sense as DF ever makes.
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Leperfish found Thadius in the hospital again. "Seriously. You could have your own room. You just have to ask." "Why bother? I'm just going to get drunk and pass out, then wake up here again. Speaking of, I took a look at that thing that I was ranting about earlier." "The screw?"  "Yeah. I THINK I repeated the pattern correctly. Maybe you can find the person who made it and tell me what I did wrong. What was it even FOR, anyways?" Leperfish made a mental note to find Yeold later. "It was supposed to use the power of the wind to move minecarts from the top of it to the magma forges, then back again." "Can I ask your opinion on a few matters? For instance, is this sort of form a good thing?"  Leperfish cleaned the tablet a little. "I was worried for a second. Instead of seventeen prepared meals, it looks like we have seventeen hundred. We really need to see about making sure all official documents are clean." "Also, I managed to get through the list of animals in the fortress."     "I'm thinking of doing something about them all, except the thing that hasn't done much to us yet."   "I also got through the list of animals that we can train, and we really need to add to it. I noticed quite a few of them in a stockpile somewhere..." Leperfish coughed. "Is that all?" "Oh! No. Where are all the masons? I thought I told them about my plans?" "Well the ones who aren't busy dragging stone down to the depths for walls are..."  "Building the last few things the last Overseer asked for." Thadius' face visibly darkened a few shades. "Delaying my plans for the ranged squads to shoot at the goblins." "Indeed." Thadius took a few deep breaths. "Okay. Not getting mad. Not getting mad. Oh! Have we buried Loden Taylor yet? Someone gave me a notice about her dying out of the blue." Leperfish shook his head. "Not yet, but we are working on it. Is that all?" "For the moment." As Leperfish left the room, on a whim, Thadius opened up the 'Other Notable Civilizations' section of his paperwork, and flipped to 'G'.  There was no information about the goblins' local leader, which brought up a point: If nobody was in charge, who was sending the sieges? Two cries came from the depths of the fortress. One of joy, one of pain.   Tax refund had finished his project, which Leperfish valued at 28800.  The other scream belonged to a native of the caves, which brought to Thad's attention that there were MORE holes that might need sealing up in the caverns. A few days later...  "What will you call her, Samuel?"  It was the 8th of granite before someone got it into their heads...  'Hey maybe the thing the Overseer told us to do about the walls was important! I should go do that!' Of course, no walk through the fortress is short, and on The Archivist's way to the courtyard...    It was the 11th before The Archivist got to the top of the staircase. Fortunately, no more days passed before the wall was reached.  Though somebody decided to burn the last of the logs in stock for charcoal FOR SOME REASON. But finally...  A hole was made.
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Thadius posted:
Oh boy, these are the best artifacts. Buildable, and with an image of one of the fort's important events! Bravery in the face of death, something all these new kids will be able to aspire to. nice filenames by the way
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