![]() Goblins spotted in the north! A Siege! Not now, I'm so close! Dispatch the military, all of it! Wait, why aren't they responding? Asleep! Wake up, you idiots. They follow me to their new rooms and are immediately enthralled, they fall over backwards thanking me. Oh, it's perfectly safe, yes, they mustn't worry. They're slightly smaller than what they're used to, but that's only for now. Their own private rooms in the middle of the bottomless pit. I tell them that I have built them the most lavish accommodations possible, a feat of engineering that has taken the lives of many dwarves but that will ensure that they are never bothered by noise or smell ever again. I call the worst of the nobility to a meeting: "Beeswax", "Smuggings", "Olesh" and that insufferable "Yalius". It will work! Soon Headshoots will be purged of its worst elements. I've done the calculations, and this time it should work. The death toll is high, but we are finally done. We lose 3 more dwarves to yet another collapse due to the project. The socialist division of labour, however, means that his absence is barely felt. ![]() ![]() A shame, but such is the life in Headshoots. Most of them could not afford beds and are sleeping wherever they can, I'm doing my best to keep morale high, but it's not easy when "Yalius" and the other nobles prance about in their garish clothes, doing their best to ignore their homeless brethren. I was now more decided than ever to put an end to their abuse of power. I was livid, the nobility had finally gone too far. Apparently Y had "disobeyed a production order" from our resident bitch, "Yalius". The next moment he had put clasps on Y and dragged him off to prison without so much as an explanation. When I asked him what he was doing he simply muttered "Chaining an animal". While overseeing the construction of the floodgates that would be used to unflood the fortress, I noticed one of the Champions, X, rush over to one of our Mechanics, "ToxicFrog". The military, as usual, turned up late and attempted to take all the glory. He had to be forcefully conscripted and threatened with an even worse death before he'd do it, but he later understood that sometimes the needs of the people must come before our own. One of our brave pump operators, "Robindaybird", did not hesitate to tear him apart limb by limb. Fortunately, he had finished most of his duties so it was not a big loss.Ī thief popped up today. "The Strangest Finch" slipped and fell while working on the project. How I dream of the day that Headshoots will be a shining beacon of Socialist progress in which all Dwarves will want to live. No migrants this year: most likely discouraged by the plight of the working class. In fact, I'm starting to see how we can solve all of our problems, in one fell swoop. I let him vent, if he becomes more agitated then, well. In her rage, she decides to destroy a floor hatch, with absolutely no regard to the fact that it might have been in use. Oh, also he lost his wife at some point, but I really couldn't care less about the plight of the nobility. This surprised me because she didn't, in fact, have any rooms so I really don't see how she can complain about them. Apparently he was offended that her rooms were not up to snuff. Oh, what now? Apparently "Yalius", was throwing a tantrum. A subsequent ruler, looking to ingratiate himself with them, much like a dog will do tricks for its master to get his scraps, had then disassembled it and obviously failed to take the proper precautions. In my investigation with regards to who had even built these damned death-traps, I learned from some of the older dwarves that a previous ruler who shared my hatred for the elitist pigs had designed them as actual traps for these wastes of flesh, but had never put his plan into action. In an attempt to reclaim these rooms, which are now proving to be more trouble than they're worth, I've diverted the water flow into the bottomless pit. I am expecting spectacular meltdowns from his parents, "The Belgian" and "Crackmaster", any day now. ![]() He was then swept into a channel that I'd made to drain some water while I blocked off that section. ![]() In what can only be described as a horrific accident, a child drowned today after deciding that the best place to get a drink from was the flooded section. ![]()
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