Tagging the caravan.
@Professor Pumpkaboo,
@Blargg888,
Natz~
,
@The Stoopid Unikorn,
@Coricus,
@Yellowlord.
We got some nice apartments built. Had a few solid farms going. Got some seventy-odd migrants. Even had a pretty thriving industry of stone crafts going.
Unfortunately we had some pretty gnarly food shortages because I wasn't
quite as attentive to the Still and Kitchen as I should've been. By the time I'd figured out what had happened - we ran out of stuff to booze up
just once and the whole brewing industry shut down - we had casualties from dehydration. One was Katt. Sorry Katt. Feel especially guilty for that one.
Everybody else is alive but I admittedly shuffled people around so much it was hard to specialize people into anything awesome. But we did some things.
Uni and Yellowlord dug out almost all of the fort between them; the initial floor was sand, so they rapidly tore through it and were Legendary level miners by the time we actually struck stone.
Pumpkaboo and Katt gathered plants - absurdly important for the food stores, since our farmers were still working out which end of the seed went into the ground. Probably saved us from starvation/dehydration about a dozen times apiece. Although it also probably caused Katt's when the plants around the fort ran thin.
Blargg whipped up our first masterpiece craft - a mica figurine of Who-The-****-Knows. Unfortunately it was a possessed mood, so he - well
she, here - didn't get anything out of it. We had a few more good moods and got a few more good things, but they were made by some Urist McRandoms.
Cori started out the woodcutter. But after year one she'd cut so much that stray logs were everywhere. The fort could have had wall-to-wall hardwood floors. I set her onto stone-smoothing and engraving detail after that. The idea of woomies drawn all over the fort was just too good for me to pass up.
Myself, well, we had a lot of wood, so I built wooden **** out of it. Tables, chairs, beds, doors, you name it. Just built wood **** all day. Doubled as an Architect until we got a proper one.
I did get to be mayor for a bit - one got elected, but he was kind of a douchenozzle and mandated goods I didn't have facilities to deliver, so he got forcibly replaced. Tried to abdicate the chair afterwards and go back to woodworking, but Mayor Douchenozzle got re-elected, so the second time I forcibly ousted him I kept the job.
Traded with the dwarves twice, made off good the second time. Traded with the elves once. Nothing good. **** em.
And then there was a Werebison.
How in the multi-splendored unholy tiddybiscuit **** do you even
get a werebison? What ****ing bison goes around biting ****?
I expected our first conflict to be kobolds, maybe goblins. I set up an entire corridor of cage traps along the only entry/egress into the fort (small-scale, but works for the gobbos).
And how far did that get me with a half-man, half bull****?
The werebison sidestepped the whole thing like James goddamned Bond. I caged five of my own ****ing dorfs. Three casualties and everyone in a cage is slowly bleeding out.
Eight stone coffins, that's how far it got me.
And after all that we didn't even kill the asshole. He just ran out of Werebison Juice and poofed back to whatever humanoid he was previously before running like a terrified *****.
Which means he'll be
back.
But worst of all
I have no idea if he has infected anyone. Or if he has,
how many. Next full moon, the whole fort could be most unrighteously ****ed
from the inside.
So this fort's headed for a
fun spiral. Good times, great to be back.
I'll ride this train to the bloody end of the line and make the next one something worth talking about.
Take some pictures in a minute.