I'm playing DF with eleves, dwarves and goblins having cities. So I generate a new world with lots of evil and start an adventurer.
For some reason despite being human I start in a goblin hamlet in the middle of some haunted hills. The goblins take a immediate dislike to my human adventurer and a fight breaks out between me and the goblin townsfolk. I'm doing pretty well since most of the goblins are farmers but in the middle of the melee a ash cloud rolls in engulfing a goblin and transforming him into a Haunting Ash zombie. At this point I figure I'm pretty much screwed, most of the undead formed from clouds are insanely tough, so I run... straight into another ash cloud. But here's the thing, my adventure doesn't die, HE turns into an Ash zombie too. I turn back and kill the goblin Ash zombie and despite getting my brain broken keep adventuring.

I had a legendary miner, who hollowed out the whole fort by himself, he got caught in a cave-in. Ended up with a lot of broken bones,but with no nerve damage and no infection,so he was likely to make a recovery. There were two doctors just for him,constantly sewing him up,bandaging him like a mummy,everything modern dwarf medicine has to offer.
Then a new miner arrives with a bunch of migrants, and he's already a high master,so I immediately start setting up mining again. By this time the doctors had already finished with the old miner and he starts telling me he's too injured to mine. So I deselect his mining job and go see how the mining's going. I minute later I get a message he's been found dead. He snuck into his room and died in his bed.
I'm sorry Urist McMiner.

I started a human adventurer and for some reason everyone was being a total dick in this newly genned world. Nobody would give me the time of day let alone quests. I eventually found a abandoned human fortress where a gray demon deity had apparently been writing books frantically and scattering them everywhere. He was also a jerk to me, so I just stole a bunch of books and read them.
Upon reading one, I was granted to ability to raise the dead and my title became "necromancer". Wandering to a tomb, I rose the many many skeletons inside and formed a zombie army, as well as learned that if you're a necromancer undead of all forms ignore you, even mummies. They will still emerge from their coffin and chase you, but they won't actually attack you anymore. Zombified wildlife will also ignore you. I also learned that you become sort of undead yourself, no longer needing to eat, sleep or drink.

Islas Pulleyonions (did you know that neither "public" nor "opinion" are in the DF dictionary? A shame) was a human born in 222, and began wandering the wilds in late summer of 250. Repeatedly asking about the surroundings of his home hamlet of Sprayedfuture, he heard a tale of a Dinocroc in a cave roughly a day to the south. Thinking that sounded like a better idea than getting shot to death by bandits like a normal adventurer, Islas set off across the Worthy Steppe.

Sahthet Feleri Quihuconi Molu (Sathet Holdmagics the Sloppy Room of Burden) was born in 90 and raised in the hamlet of Anguishedbridge by the Society of Pigs, a member state of the Sunny Confederations. Near as I can tell he spent a good 36 years wanking and faffing about but in 126 he took up his silver war hammer and began to wander the wilds. And he was enormously successful at it (Read: I've been save scumming like crazy), ridding the world of more than 236 unsavory types.

Be with friend, he showing off Dwarf Fortress Adventure mode.
While walking around a group of wild dingoes. Takes them out with ease, one dingo left. The dingo's guts are broken. Sliding around on an icy pond, vomiting. Friend butchers nearby dingo corpse, takes dingo nervous tissue and throws it at the last dingo. Nervous tissue shoves the dingo's skull into its brain.
I go home and download Dwarf Fortress.