So...I was wrong. Turns out that my last update and my last post were incorrect. I hadn't finished autumn last time, so today was pretty much devoted entirely to autumn. Unfortunately, this means that finishing my turn will have to wait until around friday or so, thanks to finals. However, in the meantime, here's autumn:
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Well, the season opened up on a happy note, with those filthy humans finally buggering off! Now they shall unwittingly spread our fame around the earth, drawing dwarves to our gates and helping to defeat the very demons they worship! I revel in the irony!
In the meantime, I decided to set the peasants to go about building a tomb for me in Hell. Let the demons despair, for I shall be controlling the forces in Hell even in death! Sadly, though, getting the coffin built is taking long enough...
Regardless, a couple days later, a butcher brewer cook...thing...was possessed by one of the deceased and started tearing about throwing things around for all of five seconds, after which the spirit left. These undead are getting out of hand. However, I can't have my tomb completed and make the haulers devote all energies to burial at the same time, so I guess some sacrifices must be made. Hopefully those useless peons are quick with the tomb.
Around the same time, the so-called "mayor" sent me a note demanding that platinum goods be made. I must say, these plebians must be taught their place! All shall know who the true lord of Deathgate is! On the other hand, he is a well-respected axedwarf, so my mood was softened somewhat. I left a work-order standing for some mugs, although I have no idea if anyone will actually do anything about it.
In addition, I found a number of unoccupied coffins in the spire leading to the bunker. I have no idea why nobody bothered to designate them for burial, but I have done so. Hopefully some of these ghosts will be put to rest.
OOC: For what it's worth, remember to turn off "bury pets" whenever you tell a coffin to be used for burial. There are a depressing number of coffins wasted on chickens and turkeys and such
Finally, at the end of what was a thankfully quiet season, a trade-caravan of dwarves arrived! I have designated a large number of useless trade-goods to be brought out, with the same intent as with the humans. Hopefully, all will go well. In the meantime, autumn is over, and I must go relax in my beautiful bedroom. Maybe I shall call a hauler with an iced rum. That stuff is delicious.