Dwarf Fortress
May. 20th, 2009 09:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzillaSo I'm watching yet another attempt to salvage Siknugducim (Dwellingwork) fall apart....
All three of my underground farms collapsed in the space of about five minutes. [Did Toady sneak some earthquake code into 40d11, or did I just get lucky?]
All. Seven. Farmers. Dead. Lovely, isn't it? So I dig out three more holes, this time leaving center posts to hold up the roof, reassign another six dorfs to farming duty and take a deep breath.
Which is about the time my miner's opened up a pocket of troglodytes. All three farms are linked, another six dead dorfs and this time six axedorfs go down with them. An entire squad. *sigh* Right. Reassign ANOTHER six dorfs to farming. At this point notifying next of kin is a full time job.
Ten more dorfs reassigned to hunt and gather plants, cutting my actual workforce to the bone.
Which is exactly what one of my craftdorfs decided to do. Momuz Asmelrithlut starts screaming about needing bone. Well there's a bunch of still-fresh corpses in the cemetary, doc, go help yourself. Is that good enough? NooOOOoo. He grabs the last of my Marksdorfs, breaks his neck, and then loots the corpse for a femur or something... it became the handle for a toy hammer. A. Toy. Hammer.
*pounds head on desk*
Anyway, I no sooner get the hunters and gatherers assigned when I get told that one of my Axedorfs has gone stark raving mad. Something about not having eaten in eight or ten days. What am I, a vending machine? As it happens, he's on the far edge of the map. Interested in wreaking havoc, he hauls balls back towards the main fortress... which is when I notice that he's leaving a trail of equipment and gear behind him. He -literally- stripped down to his birthday suit, streaked through the dining room, ran down the main hall and leaped into the chasm. o.o All I can figure is that he wanted to be a porno star, and picked the wrong hole to try and fill...
*time passes*
Well, we're down to twenty dorfs, having tapered rapidly down from the peak population of seventy. Ah, make that nineteen. Oh, lookie, more troglodytes. That's it, everyone's going back to soldier mode; if you've gotta die, then die with your boots on, dammit.
*stomps off to die in battle with her dorfs*
All three of my underground farms collapsed in the space of about five minutes. [Did Toady sneak some earthquake code into 40d11, or did I just get lucky?]
All. Seven. Farmers. Dead. Lovely, isn't it? So I dig out three more holes, this time leaving center posts to hold up the roof, reassign another six dorfs to farming duty and take a deep breath.
Which is about the time my miner's opened up a pocket of troglodytes. All three farms are linked, another six dead dorfs and this time six axedorfs go down with them. An entire squad. *sigh* Right. Reassign ANOTHER six dorfs to farming. At this point notifying next of kin is a full time job.
Ten more dorfs reassigned to hunt and gather plants, cutting my actual workforce to the bone.
Which is exactly what one of my craftdorfs decided to do. Momuz Asmelrithlut starts screaming about needing bone. Well there's a bunch of still-fresh corpses in the cemetary, doc, go help yourself. Is that good enough? NooOOOoo. He grabs the last of my Marksdorfs, breaks his neck, and then loots the corpse for a femur or something... it became the handle for a toy hammer. A. Toy. Hammer.
*pounds head on desk*
Anyway, I no sooner get the hunters and gatherers assigned when I get told that one of my Axedorfs has gone stark raving mad. Something about not having eaten in eight or ten days. What am I, a vending machine? As it happens, he's on the far edge of the map. Interested in wreaking havoc, he hauls balls back towards the main fortress... which is when I notice that he's leaving a trail of equipment and gear behind him. He -literally- stripped down to his birthday suit, streaked through the dining room, ran down the main hall and leaped into the chasm. o.o All I can figure is that he wanted to be a porno star, and picked the wrong hole to try and fill...
*time passes*
Well, we're down to twenty dorfs, having tapered rapidly down from the peak population of seventy. Ah, make that nineteen. Oh, lookie, more troglodytes. That's it, everyone's going back to soldier mode; if you've gotta die, then die with your boots on, dammit.
*stomps off to die in battle with her dorfs*
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