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LeJackal, I've struggled in vain to come up with a funny way to say it through a journal entry, but your work on my namesake archive is splendid, and exactly what I had in mind. I'm sure my dwarf would love it. Thanks for playing along with the idea!
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Finally! Now I can lose the overseer roll again 
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Jan 3, 2013 02:50
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Internet Kraken posted:Finally! Now I can lose the overseer roll again Well you did win it once, so it's only fair. Right?
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Jan 3, 2013 02:56
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A vote for me is a vote for rampant neglect of dwarven wellbeing and a promise of megaprojects. I will manipulate magma. I'll weaponize water. And all who oppose my political campaign will be quietened by my newly-formed Dwarven Wellbeing Society.  Vote Seagoon for That said, let's see how badly Bad Munki loses the diceroll this time.
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Hmmm, do I? Yes, let's do this!  Have you ever wondered what it would look like to take a successful, well managed fort, and hand it over to someone who has never played Dwarf Fortress? Wonder no longer!  Vote Sir Phoebos!I am so going to regret this 
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Jan 3, 2013 05:19
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SirPhoebos posted:Hmmm, do I? You've literally never played the game at all? Because as hilarious as it sounds now, I predict the most probable outcome will be that you mostly don't get usable screenshots, have no idea what is going on, can't find anything or anyone, and get really frustrated. Just managing to get an in-game dwarf and have him bear your name will require a certain amount of basic proficiency with DF. If you have several hours free in which to experiment with a separate save before starting in on the Bronzestabbed save, I could see it maybe working. Especially if you're a quick study. You'd still make lots of mistakes of course, but it'll be better if you can manage simple things like designating a construction or a mining plot, activating a military squad, sending a trader to a trade depot, or finding and reading the combat log when someone gets into a fight.
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Jan 3, 2013 08:58
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What if instead of giving that little kid a set of plastic wings, the pilot just let him go ahead and try to land the plane? Vote Phoebos.
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Jan 3, 2013 11:23
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That was quite an incredible year/term, LeJackal. Love what you've done with the fortress, the scale of the constructions and especially the petty beurocrat persona you gave your dwarf.SirPhoebos posted:Hmmm, do I? This game is amazingly complicated and has an interface which actively hates you. Picking it up in two days is just not possible. I'm not sure I'd be able to cope with the changes that've been put in since I last played (a scant year ago), and adding the LP bit on top would be almost impossible. Inexperienced overseers can be fun, but you need to be able to play the game first.
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Bene Elim posted:That was quite an incredible year/term, LeJackal. Love what you've done with the fortress, the scale of the constructions and especially the petty beurocrat persona you gave your dwarf. Agreed. I have a year or so of on-and-off DF experience, and I dare not touch this for fear of being overwhelmed by everything that has to get done, and the huge number of updates. Granted, there are plenty of people that have played less than I that would do just fine, but some experience is incredibly useful. Elim's got it right- if you're absolutely sure, stay in the running. Otherwise, this is a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. I suppose if you burn 12 hours over the next two days bouncing between Dwarf Fortress and the wiki, maybe that'd be enough. This game is complexity made manifest.
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Jan 3, 2013 12:33
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Leperflesh posted:You've literally never played the game at all? Doing a separate save sounds like the most reasonable option. Again, This could still be a terrible, terrible idea, and wouldn't blame you if you decided it was way too stupid and reverted to the end of LeJackal's turn. EDIT: Given that the weekend is coming up, I should have some spare time to at least be able to figure out the basics. SirPhoebos fucked around with this message at 14:50 on Jan 3, 2013 |
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Jan 3, 2013 14:47
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Don't worry, everyone. SirPhoebos has no chance. For I have put my name on the list, and thus am sure to win. 
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Jan 3, 2013 17:29
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Leperflesh posted:I tell you what: there's no reason the numbers have to be assigned in order...you tell me what number you want and I'll give it to you. Obviously...be...applicants...choosing...fate! I wish to call this in. I want to be #1! 
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Jan 3, 2013 17:55
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LeJackal, your turn was amazing, thank you! The updates were fun and not too bloated and the stretching of your term barely felt.
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Bad Munki posted:I wish to call this in. I want to be #1! Alright. But if I roll a 4, you may kill yourself. We've got one more hour before the draw. LeJackal is uploading the saves now, so I should be set by then. ...haha made you look e. Jesus christ the dwarfing list is at 620 goons. Who are all you people and where the gently caress did you come from? Leperflesh fucked around with this message at 01:49 on Jan 4, 2013 |
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Jan 4, 2013 01:46
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LeJackal posted:
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I died in combat and was forgotten. It was a long time ago, I understand. 
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Jan 4, 2013 02:14
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Leperflesh posted:Alright. But if I roll a 4, you may kill yourself. IK is gonna be piiiiissed
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Bad Munki: 1 Internet Kraken: 2 Neddy Seagoon: 3 SirPhoebos: 4 Sky Shadowing: 5 (1d5=5) Our next overseer is completely unknown goon Sky Shadowing! Hey Sky, I sure hope you know what you're getting in to! Please send me an email right away. I have the save from LeJackal and will be uploading it shortly.
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Jan 4, 2013 02:55
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Angela Christine posted:I died in combat and was forgotten. It was a long time ago, I understand. The sheet didn't list your death as 'heroic combat' or something similar. Were you a civilian caught in the crossfire? That doesn't get you a ticket into the hall.
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Jan 4, 2013 02:56
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It says "killed by siege ogres" or somesuch. There's a lot of combat casualties with that sort of entry.
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Jan 4, 2013 02:57
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I'd like to say I'm shocked by that roll but 
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Leperflesh posted:It says "killed by siege ogres" or somesuch. There's a lot of combat casualties with that sort of entry. Well it is unfortunately out of my hands at the moment, just file a petition with the appropriate documentation and hopefully the next Overseer won't miss it in a haze of holiday depression and clearance eggnog.
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Bad Munki posted:I'd like to say I'm shocked by that roll but The funny thing is, it's the only person in the applicant list whose position wasn't changed by my giving you #1. E.g., Armok ensured your shenanigans had no effect in the only way it could.
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Yeah, that was pretty much how I read it as well.
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Jan 4, 2013 03:10
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Leperflesh posted:The funny thing is, it's the only person in the applicant list whose position wasn't changed by my giving you #1. E.g., Armok ensured your shenanigans had no effect in the only way it could. Bad Munki you're cursing the dice for both of us 
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Jan 4, 2013 03:10
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Internet Kraken posted:Bad Munki you're cursing the dice for both of us All three of us, I think you'll find  .
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Leperflesh posted:The funny thing is, it's the only person in the applicant list whose position wasn't changed by my giving you #1. E.g., Armok ensured your shenanigans had no effect in the only way it could. I like how you switched Bad Munki's spot with mine. Nice touch!
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Well, that can't be it, because IK was #1 originally, and I largely requested the spot switcharoo just to potentially jerk him around.
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Bad Munki posted:Well, that can't be it, because IK was #1 originally, and I largely requested the spot switcharoo just to potentially jerk him around. Come on, you know that the only possible results were someone else being picked or me being picked because you gave up your original spot 
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Jan 4, 2013 03:16
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Yes but what if it had gone according to plan? What then? AMAZING THINGS, that's what.
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Bad Munki posted:Well, that can't be it, because IK was #1 originally, and I largely requested the spot switcharoo just to potentially jerk him around. Yeah but I did get your old spot. That's what I was referring to.
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Well, yeah, everyone just moved on to the right as I went barreling to the front of the line shouting, "IT'S MY TURN PICK ME LET ME DO IT" 
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LeJackal posted:The sheet didn't list your death as 'heroic combat' or something similar. Were you a civilian caught in the crossfire? That doesn't get you a ticket into the hall. No, I was one of the first members of the fortress guard under Gnu Sheriff. My notable accomplishments included arresting the murderer Zaodai and running around naked for a couple months.   Good times.
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Bad Munki posted:Well, yeah, everyone just moved on to the right as I went barreling to the front of the line shouting, "IT'S MY TURN PICK ME LET ME DO IT" Well look at it this way, at least there will be a Fortress left to manage after Sky Shadowing's turn.
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SirPhoebos posted:Well look at it this way, at least there will be a Fortress left to manage after Sky Shadowing's turn.
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Yeah, I just put Munki first and then pushed everyone else down a slot. The save is up on the overseer site (Bronzestabbed10.zip). As usual, it contains massive spoilers, but in this case if you poke around you will especially potentially spoil things for yourself. Don't post or even hint about spoilers in the save. I do have a request, though: if anyone is feeling spunky, please run a visualizer. I think there's a lot of above-ground construction that it'd be nice to take a look at in stonesense or whatever. I'd do it but I'm busy with, uh, things and stuff.
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What if some aboveground construction has intentionally been left unrevealed thus far, huh Mr. Spoily McSpoilerpants??
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SirPhoebos posted:Any news from our new Overseer? Yeah, I'm right here, why is the door locked? Let me in, dammit!
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Not everyone sits on SA constantly  ing you know. Our new overseer has approximately 24 hoursish to report in for duty.
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 2nd Hematite The siege outside the walls is driving me to madness. They scream and bang their weapons together outside our gates, but I must remain resolute, calm. There are direct strictures for dealing with a siege as outlined in the relevant manuals of defense aggregated over centuries of fortress defense. Ineffective tactics die with their fortresses, so I know that my methods will succeed. I order the militia to gather in the Typhus Memorial Depot, where the siege forces will not be able to surround them or make use of greater numbers. Then the gates will be sealed and opened, giving the goblins access to our steel but not our fort. This plan will succeed. Nothing and no-one will stand in my way, not even Pickled Tink or TildeAth. When this siege is over, I will throw them into the prison I have built, with the knowledge their darkness could never smother the light of Bronzestabbed. 4th Hematite The military has assembled in the Typhus Memorial Depot, ready for the slaughter. I do not feel the need to give them a pep talk, they already know what is at stake and what is required of them on this day. Several, or many of them may die - but they die for Bronzestabbed. This is not an easy thing to order a dwarf to do, but the burden of an Overseer is to give such commands. Therefore, I go to pull the levers myself that will expose them to the howling hordes.  When I arrive at the lever control nexus, my eyes are astounded. A lever has already been pulled, the Outer Courtyard Control Lever, which opens the Old Courtyard to the world. Giving the siege unrestricted access to the fortress through the Old Courtyard and to the helpless civilian dwarves! I rush to the lever as quickly as i can and pull it into the position to raise the bridge again. The stone shaft comes loose in my fingers, its inner mechanisms discretely disassembled. Limestone chips clatter across the floor, lost among the malachite ore as I stare at the unconnected lever rod. My heart beats. I reach for the limestone lever that controls the second seal, and it comes out from its base like a rotten tooth. The third lever is fixed in place, mocking me like a cemetery obelisk marking the death of the fortress. Sabotage. I can blame myself for not acting sooner - first I must get the military to the now open gates, attempt to stop the invaders. I raced to the stairs without pause, without a word to anyone. Speeding to the military through the stockpiles, past the tracks - I had to cover a lot of ground quickly. Halfway down the first flight of stairs I was so intent on running that I never saw the ☼silver dagger☼ which cut across my leg. I tumbled from the stone steps into the unfinished dirt and sand walls barely a level below the dining halls, blood flowing onto my pig tail robes. The gash was deep, painful, but a Letmosbal is made of stern stuff. I pushed myself to my feet in a flash, my dog leather satchel catching the next blow and turning it aside. The dagger was weilded by none other than TildeATH, suspected, now confirmed, traitor to the Rare Ship. "Weak fool of an Ugather! Nothing will stop the purging, nothing! This fortress will be cleansed of you weak, simpering misformed wretches!" Froth ran freely from his mouth, and his eyes shone with a mania deeper than a bottomless chasm. The dagger shifted from hand to hand, gleaming dully in the darkness, lunging again toward me. "No bridges or walls to stop it, you cannot stop it, nothing can stop it!" My blood flowed, hot and sticky like an overdone sugar roast, but I ignored the pain, watching the flow of his stabs and stepping sideways. Wicked guile is no substitute for a strong arm or bladed experience. The boy was an amateur, but the delay of his dancing dagger would be measured in lives, not moments.  How could I know that the goblins were already at the gate? NineofEight screamed so loudly as the macegoblins surrounded her there, in a place where she should not be - against my own orders, on her own initiative knowing the gate should not be down, I do not know. She did not deserve to die alone there, beaten to a pulp by endless silver maces, surrounding by evil hissing faces. How her blood and their spittle ran into the dirt, defiling it with her murder. Krushdhead always had an instinct for battle- it drew her to the gate, spurred by the screams. A tidal wave of green evil washed over her, and she fell a stone's throw from what should have been safety.  Genin is next to die, washed away in a flood of murder before she could fire a bolt. I can hear the screams with my actual ears, past the growls of TildeAth. The goblins clash with Zeetoo and Barbarossa. A hammer goblin kills Zeetoo after turning her bones to splinters, a mercy I am sure. Vox Nihili attempts to return the favor in the entry hall as civilians scream and flee. There still might be time!  "You are sick, TildeAth! You would let your family die? Let me fetch the militia!" His only response was more frenzied dagger strikes, circling to keep me from the stairwell. I hear Vox's death scream, then the plaintive wail of a child. Jihad Joe is the first civilian casualty of the siege. The goblins are in the entry hall, they are in the stairway above me. I cannot spend more time dancing with TildeAth. I swing my satchel like a mace and put the child in the dirt for his goblin friends to find. I fly down the stairs, screaming all the way. The Emergency Capsule. A last ditch hope. I scream the order as I run to the militia, hoping to dispatch them to the stairwell and slow the advance. I can hear PublicOpinion gurgle as the axe lord goblin cleaves through her skull. The carnage. Children drowning in their own blood, militia members not at the Depot being overwhelmed singly by the horde. I run up the tracks to the depot, throwing myself to the ground.  "About time, Overseer! Are you going to open the gates or what?" They are eager for battle, unaware of the horror at hand.  "They are already in the fortress! To the dining hall, go!" They do not move at first. "HEED!" I scream, and that gets them moving at last. The cries echo from above, all around, as the horde of goblins sweep into the dining halls and dormitories. Civilians stream past me, the lucky ones, heading down the ill-equipped Emergency Capsule. It is a desperate measure, but the only hope. As I pass by a fallen soldier, a straggler, I heft up his adamantine axe. The blue metal is cool to the touch, dripping in foul gore from the previous owner's killer. I will die with the militia, if that will save the other civilians. "No." A hand catches my sleeve, and and I turn to see Internet Kraken there - to kill me, and finish what TildeATH started? Without my command, the axe in my hand rose into the air. "Not you - get down with the rest, they'll need someone to lead them in the time after." Shock ran through me like ice. "You're not.....allied with the traitors?" His glare nearly killed me on the spot. "No matter what stupid, misguided rear end in a top hat is running this place, my loyalty is to Bronzestabbed. Now get the gently caress out." I rushed down the stairs, leaving him to join his squad, or what remained of it. The clash of metal and screams of pain followed me all the way down, down to the bowels of the earth. To the forges. To the Emergency Capsule. The bright blue cobaltite bridges, the color of tranquility, welcomed me into safety. Every was milling around, in a panic. I lifted the shining blue axe into the air, a single flick making it ring out and shed all the muck - a tone and a light that commanded silence. "Everyone! Tend to the wounded. Women and children, to the dormitories, men, to the levers and seal the Capsule!" From the crowd, a face like ash peered out. "Uh, Suh? Levers 'r all busted up." Every drop of my blood seemed to run into my feet, into the stone, away from me. All my strength. The faces, terrified, looking at me, needing me to guide them. To save them. The horrible burden of a hundred lives - half the fortress already lost. So many years, so many hearts, like an entire mine of lead. I felt the burden, and for a moment faltered. Somewhere, a child cried. I found my strength anew. "Alright them. Retreat to the chokepoints, begin building walls. Miners and men, find picks and be ready to hold them back if the walls are not completed. I will try drawing them to the Sterilizer - if the pumps still work I may yet block them with magma. I will buy you all time, just go." Another swing of the holy metal ax in my hand, and they scattered like the wind, deeper into the Capsule. On the stairwell, I heard the ring of goblin metal, the goblin songs of slaughter of rape. I hurried to the Sterilizer, cursing my sloth in hooking it to power. There, I found a sight that horrified me. Pickled Tink, smirking amidst the rubble of shattered glass, the glass that made up the magma-safe pumps of the Sterilizer, the pumps that promised a safe, impassible barrier. The axe clanged on stone by my side, nearly slipping from my bloodied grasp. "What have you done, boy? What madness, what dark forces have led you so far astray that you would think, would even dream of this, this slaughter?" The child laughed, a hollow frenzied sound, like a dozen silver bells in a gale. Spreading his hands wide, ripples of air like a forge's breath between them, sparks of heat lightning playing between his stubby fingers. "You are weak, old man. Old and feeble and incapable of seeing what a dwarf truly is and can be. So blind you could not see me and my friends weaving this web of death around you - you deserve to die. Everyone that dies here has earned it through weakness!" Leaves sprang from between his fingers, a torrent of green razors that flourished across my face, slicing into my robes and drawing out more of my precious blood. "See, Overseer?" He spat out my title, with contempt, "How the elven magic bends to my will? Like the goblins have, too. When this is over, I will discard them as I am about to discard you!" As the blood seeped from my cuts, my strength followed. The holy metal, light as featherwood, felt like lead in my grasp. My very robes seemed to turn to chains from the power of the wild, evil magic of the elves which Pickled Tink thought himself master over. That power, I knew, was nothing but an illusion. I knew it in my mind, and struggled to take that into my heart where true power lies, the power of the earth, of metal, of dwarves! From that well of strength I drew up a great power, felt it reject the elvish sorcery, and as if of its own accord the adamantine axe lifted into the air. My arm followed, like a puppet bound by string. In the corners of my eyes, I saw the shuffling horde of goblins encroaching from all sides. Their red eyes peered out from blood caked faces, gore ran down their weapons. Some clutched grim trophies, but most held ready weapons to end me. The other dwarves were dead, I could hear it in the way they laughed to each other, whispered in their foul tongue. Every inch of the fortress belonged to them and to the dead. All of it save the stone I stood on, not even an ax swing's length from Pickled Tink. I brought the ax down. I lifted the ax up again. The goblins swarmed.  I wake screaming. 28th Galena The nightmares never stop. Brannock is fleecing the humans of everything they carry with value to us. The militia is regaining strength, slowly but surely. Tomorrow I will pass on the mantle of Overseer. I am haunted, constantly plagued by my own self-doubt. I followed the strictures of Overseers past in my administration, even going so far as to sequester traitors and take drastic steps. Despite all my work, dwarves had died. It happens, no matter how skilled an administrator, but I wonder how many more would be alive if not for my mistakes. Only the knowledge that more were spared thanks to my efforts can assuage my troubled mind. Perhaps the next Overseer will build on my success, make more progress toward a safer fortress and a secure future for the Rare Ship. I did not leave behind a bad fortress, after all.  Between the new Genin Memorial Murderholes and Ancillary Scaffolding, marksdwarves will be safer and better positioned to pepper invaders with bolts. Both outside the gates, and within the entryways to our fortress. With them raining bolts from above and our militia within, the Typhus Memorial Depot doubles to welcome traders with a display of wealth, and invaders with a display of strength. I think that a soldier would be pleased that his memorium doubles as an abattoir, where sieges are broken on the blades and bolts of strong willed dwarves.  New barracks near the entrance centralize the militia. No longer do they run through strange warrens in odd-offshoots. Instead they train and sleep near the central stairways and access points to the fortress. More should be built, closer to other points, but for a rapid renovation job it shores up the defenses nicely. Perhaps the next Overseer will put a squad near the Speedy Steve lower terminus.   The dorms and dining areas have been renovated and improved, with room to grow and expand to fit with the population. I feel that there is room to perhaps divert the river, passing it through the fortress and supplying the dining room with a waterfall. Then down further, to send power to the forges for bringing up magma to the surface. It is not an unpleasant place to live and should guard well against unrest and despair.  This is a fortress of plenty, there is little in material that we are wanting. The key to our success will be strong, successful leadership. I hope the next Overseer can step up and improve on all my failings. What could stop him? The only threat that could surprise him has already been locked away in the secret prison which I have veiled in darkness and ensconced in magma. His job will be easier. LeJackal fucked around with this message at 06:20 on Jan 4, 2013 |
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