Journal of PsychoAngel II, New Overseer and Health Inspector
Today marks the beginning of my year as the new overseer of Doomforests, what lies in the future I do not know.
I begin the year by taking a look around the fortress, seeing all there is to be seen, and how much of a mess the place is. While it is a mess, some corpses here and there, stones all over the place, etc, I honestly don't see a whole lot wrong with the place. Besides all of the twists and turns throughout the halls that make no sense.
One of our planters gives birth to a boy. Considering the history of this place, I hope he turns out to have an inclination for weapons, one way or an other.
There are a few construction projects that I have no idea what their purpose is, but maybe if I look through other logs I may find my answer. However I do not have the time for that at the moment.
I have no idea where anything is, and from what I can see it looks as though we don't have a hospital. Odd. I'll put my faith in the fact that I probably just didn't see it.
I don't know how well-off our military is, and I don't know how big their squadrons are. I won't be taking any chances, however, and order everyone inside.
I don't know what lever controls which bridge, and I have no idea why dwarves are running outside at this point in time when everyone who goes out there might get shot.
It's too much work to assign all of the citizens to the burrows, and so I just have to have faith that The Constructive Clasps will be there on time.
I thought a siege would consist of more than just
two goblins... I order that the bridges
not be raised. We will only engage when they decide to move.
I make preparations to reinstate the old soapmaking corner in Old Doomforests that my old relative used. The ashery and soap making shops are still there, but I need a wood furnace to make it complete again. I order it done, and now I wait.
Why would you do that? It's a waste of space.
Anyway, people keep telling me that we have no more cages, so I tell them to fix the problem instead of complain about it. Some of the carpenters catch my drift, and begin working on wooden cages.
What an odd sort of place we live in. The only semblance of an injury the crundle sustained is how tired it is.
A whole week later, the pair of goblin invaders are still standing in their corner on the outskirts of the fortress. I don't get this culture of theirs.
Honestly, it doesn't seem like there will be much going on around here, but everything can change, knowing that Doomforests is my home.
While we are considered under siege, it really hasn't changed anything. I haven't the time to engrave more in my slab here, but I will do more at a later date.
That's what I got for now, guys. I'm not feeling at my best, so I'll have to do more later.
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