Part II -The SilkbagMigrants, migrants and yet more migrants. Where do they all come from!? Why is there so many migrants!? Seems like there is another wave every month...sigh...
And not to talk about all the freaking children, such a useless waste of fine booze...
I could make update after update on all the fucking migrants but I guess this sums it up pretty well...
Ah welll, otherwise things are proceeding fairly smoothly, miners are mining and masons are building and so forth. Even manage to get our pityful military into decent shape, think I got all soldiers dwarfed. Things were going eerily well...
Wtf is that thing!? A voidspawn? Well at least it appears to be unarmed but for a single silkbag, guess it's here to snach children like the buckets. I decided not to take any risks as my knowledge of there creatures were limited to say the least, the entire military force of Murdermachines were sent into battle. At this point I still felt as if I was on top of the situation...
But then...the killing began. Before the military managed to reach it's target it had already started killing heaps of innocent civilians, beating them to death with a sack woven out of the softest of silk. The entire situation was just absurd...
I planned on drawing this but then I realised that I've got no idea what a voidspawn look like
Finally after what felt like an eternity the soldiers finally showed up, the ground was all ready littered with corpses so they were forced to march over the bodies of their fallen freinds. How would the creature react? Would it run...or fight? As a good dozen warriors threw themself at the sackwielder the crossbowdwarf assumed position upon the fortress walls. Victory was mine.
But the creature did not fall...nor did it flee the field. Instead it raised it's bloodcovered bag and faced my hoardes of proud dwarves. Before I knew it soldier after soldier fell to it's neverendng hatred, I tried to organize them to give them a further edge upon the advantages of numbers and gear which they already possessed. But to no avail...
When the beast finally drew it's last breath it did not fall upon the ground but the piles of dead dwarves whom had lost their lives in the fight. I was wrong to call it a victory...today was a of grief.
But the our sad story does not end there, the overseer Prosnorkulus had now not only lost his family but also his only friend. The bloodspill had not yet ended. The leader, the hero the legend had reached his limit. No longer could he accept the bitter fate of this harch world. The death of Derm made him do the unthinkable...it drove him to take his life.
However a leader is always a leader. Even in death. On that day many others followed his example...amongst them one of Murdermachines proudest warriors- Dortimus.
The recemt events had not only crushed the outposts military might but also it's spirit and leadership. The residents of the fort whom had survived could not move on, their souls were lost and their hearts were broken. Even though they had given up on the present they still had a sliver of hope for the future...
They sealed off the fort to one day be reopened upon the arrival of a new leader which could once again guide them onto the path of tomorrow.
They had no connection to the outside world and as sad as that might seem it might've been a fateful stroke of luck. For not many days after the closing of Murdermachines gate dark horrors emerged on the horizon and soon the land was filled with greenskins aswell as voidspawns.
Seven days after the events that had cost Murdermachines it's life and it's pride the smith Tomio made an artifact.
Was it once again one of Armok's cruel jokes or was it just a sheer coincidence?
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Part III -Delusional ramblingsUhmm....During the second part of my turn I was high is fuck so the gamenotes were...lacking to say the least.
I'll write down what I can salvage from this list of nonsense-
Have to cancel construction as dappercat decides to sleep on the roof together with his Peacock, for some reason Dapper’s name is “Futurewhipped” and he calls his peacock Lord something. What can I say? They have a complicated relationship.
Liason getting fucked by voidspawn. Traders getting fucked by Voidspawn. Hamstermen getting fucked by voidspawn. Migrants getting fucked by voidspawn. Everyone getting fucked by Voidspawn.
Some problems with logistics- made nest boxes instead of pots. Blame voidspwawn distractions
Iron spear artifact.
The end.
I'm sorry about the pityful state my turn ended up in but I wish the next overseer the best of luck.
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