TimberI turn eighty today, but I feel over two-hundred.
I didn't expect anyone to notice, but children can be so kind when they're happy and well-fed. It may only be the festivities but I'm starting to feel a shade of joy once again. The doctor gave me a fine mechanism for the occasion.
Our foul-smelling friends are still outside, and they were heartily greeted in the traditional manner by the local fauna.
Troll blood is oddly pretty. Otherwise, there's been no interruption from them.
4th TimberThe awful statues in the hospital have been replaced with something more uplifting and inspirational to the dwarven soul, with the bonus of being far less depressing in general.
8th TimberYesterday I tried once again to emancipate Leesin and Dante.
The Babysaver was killed when she was caught in an updraft of dust from the cave-in and plummeted into the arena, smacking hard into the stone floor. I'll miss her. Or him. I don't know anymore.
The miners, of course, are exactly the same. I give up. There's no point in trying to save lives by endangering those of others. I feel terrible.
14th TimberMeng and I went to the surface together to trigger the supports holding our massive leak-stoppers.
You can guess how that turned out.
The walls just crumbled to dust as soon as they broke through the ground. I wonder what would happen if we tried using metal instead. Unfortunately we haven't the time, because the holes left in the shore by our experiment have given me an idea, which was immediately put in production. I'm going to take a nice bath in the filthy ocean while I ponder it.
21st TimberThis month has been three long weeks of disappointment, but we hope to turn things around by fully moving ahead with our work to make Battlefailed beautiful. If anyone ever comes here again I want their first thoughts of the fortress to be as pleasant as possible and not, well...
...sad. That's why we've started really spiffing the place up. When we're finished here we shall rival the Mountainhomes in splendor and GraspedSeduce will look like the dunghole it is in comparison. Yes, I am probably kidding myself, but that's not ever stopped me before.
28th TimberWork continues on renovation. We must maximize our usable space
and refashion a few paths here and there. I am pleased with our progress so far.
Winter has come. The caravan never arrived. We are forsaken.
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Meanwhile, the goblins discover something northeast of Battlefailed.