08-17-2009, 08:14 PM
So, I've been milling about with dwarf fortress these past 2-3 days, and wow. It is more indepth than I ever thought, but the learning curve seems to plateau really really hard at some point, and then it becomes second nature, unfortunately.
At anyrate, reading Boatmurdered's quality quality stories, makes me make this thread. If anyone would like to run a more detailed compendium of our turns, knock this thread up.
Welcome to the fantasy world, aptly and randomly generated: The Enchanted Universe of Forever. Quite an extreme name for such a docile place. A group of dwarves sent from the capital sets their sites around a forest, and, here the story begins.
Beachedcudgels? What kind of name is that? I'd ring that rotten dwarf's neck if I ever found out who thought of that. Brings to my mind a bunch of soggy shit. Too late now, I guess I'm dealt what I'm dealt, as the other dwarves seem absolutely ccontent with it.
So, we're in the middle of a goddamned forest, and guess what? It's flatter than the bosom's of some of those elves at the capital. On top of that, theres nary a fucking hill in site! So where do we go? Into the goddamned ground, like wee little hobbits.
Here we set up a fine dwarfly carpenter's and mason's workshop. We immediately dismantled our now useless wagon into wood, and we stockpiled it in what is to be our trading depot's location.
here are our measly rooms, piece of shit they are, not even enough room to stretch our beards.
Fucking plump helmets are sprouting, and no one's even paying attention. Plump helmets! You can't do anything wrong to 'em, love em myself.
Our dining room, kitchen, and fishery are up as well.
And as if we didn't have enough goddamned work they took the time to smooth the dining room out.
Ah! I should be expecting a trade caravan this autumn, so alas! Trade depot in the wor- PLUMP HELMETS!!
Goddammit son of a bitch! Why would any dwarf build a piss yellow trade depot. Yellow is such an undwarfly color. I would have it dismantled at once if we didn't have a million other things to do. Seven of us, what kind of idiot sends 7 dwarves to live by themselves?
Today, I walked into our stockpiles, and what do I see? NOTHING! A great and terrible tragedy! Where's an axe when I need it, I can't possible bear to live now.
Ah, so we the lads and I were diggin out the entrance a bit more, and as Kubuk was standin on a ledge, we took the ground right out from under him! Ahhhahahaha, his face was so priceless.
Oops.
Kubuk stood right up, and went downstairs to tend to his wounds.
Ah yes, what separates us dwarvly dwarves from those hobbity hobbits. A proper fortress comin' about, no need to be embarrassed now when other dwarves come. Its no longer just a damned hole in the ground!
5th Galena, 201, late-summer:
Someone took all the pig tail and brewed it into delicious brew.
On a completely different note:Â we now no longer have any clothing material
Can't believe it, half a year, gone! What work have we gotten done? Hardly any, I hope more dwarves arrive from the capital soon, we sure could use more useful hands around here.
At anyrate, reading Boatmurdered's quality quality stories, makes me make this thread. If anyone would like to run a more detailed compendium of our turns, knock this thread up.
Welcome to the fantasy world, aptly and randomly generated: The Enchanted Universe of Forever. Quite an extreme name for such a docile place. A group of dwarves sent from the capital sets their sites around a forest, and, here the story begins.
Beachedcudgels? What kind of name is that? I'd ring that rotten dwarf's neck if I ever found out who thought of that. Brings to my mind a bunch of soggy shit. Too late now, I guess I'm dealt what I'm dealt, as the other dwarves seem absolutely ccontent with it.
So, we're in the middle of a goddamned forest, and guess what? It's flatter than the bosom's of some of those elves at the capital. On top of that, theres nary a fucking hill in site! So where do we go? Into the goddamned ground, like wee little hobbits.
Here we set up a fine dwarfly carpenter's and mason's workshop. We immediately dismantled our now useless wagon into wood, and we stockpiled it in what is to be our trading depot's location.
here are our measly rooms, piece of shit they are, not even enough room to stretch our beards.
Fucking plump helmets are sprouting, and no one's even paying attention. Plump helmets! You can't do anything wrong to 'em, love em myself.
Our dining room, kitchen, and fishery are up as well.
And as if we didn't have enough goddamned work they took the time to smooth the dining room out.
Ah! I should be expecting a trade caravan this autumn, so alas! Trade depot in the wor- PLUMP HELMETS!!
Goddammit son of a bitch! Why would any dwarf build a piss yellow trade depot. Yellow is such an undwarfly color. I would have it dismantled at once if we didn't have a million other things to do. Seven of us, what kind of idiot sends 7 dwarves to live by themselves?
Today, I walked into our stockpiles, and what do I see? NOTHING! A great and terrible tragedy! Where's an axe when I need it, I can't possible bear to live now.
Ah, so we the lads and I were diggin out the entrance a bit more, and as Kubuk was standin on a ledge, we took the ground right out from under him! Ahhhahahaha, his face was so priceless.
Oops.
Kubuk stood right up, and went downstairs to tend to his wounds.
Ah yes, what separates us dwarvly dwarves from those hobbity hobbits. A proper fortress comin' about, no need to be embarrassed now when other dwarves come. Its no longer just a damned hole in the ground!
5th Galena, 201, late-summer:
Someone took all the pig tail and brewed it into delicious brew.
On a completely different note:Â we now no longer have any clothing material
Can't believe it, half a year, gone! What work have we gotten done? Hardly any, I hope more dwarves arrive from the capital soon, we sure could use more useful hands around here.