27 June 2012, 08:02 Rating: 2 [+]
It never fails, 10 minutes before passing out last night, an invasion force arrived at the fortress. Not even a small one, about 100 attackers made up of trolls and goblins. They snuck us good too, took out just about every dwarf outside the main wall. The main drawbridge has been raised and I was forcing them through a cage trap tunnel but the trolls broke the hatch on that entrance so there's really no stopping them now. I managed to trap all the trolls so now it's just goblins. I'm hoping as they slowly work their way down the hallway I'll be able to pick off the ones who don't get trapped in cages. So far so good, I actually saw one brave dwarf carrying her child in one arm and shooting her crossbow with the other, and she was actually kickin ass, but there's a lot of goblins so it may not go well. This may be the end of the Fortress of Chaos, that is unless the vampire is released...
27 June 2012, 07:55 Rating: 5 [+]
Dwarf Fortress is like blissful drugs. You get caught up in hours, days, weeks of hopeless euforia and new discoveries, all while your personal life crumbles around you. You can do nothing to stop it. You're hopelessly caught. Only a little further. I only need to finish this room. This tunnel. Ooh, shiny!
27 June 2012, 07:33 Rating: 4 [+]
The peasant asked me to kill the spouse of the shadow monster. The lair was a little disgusting, but I managed to pick around and find a few coins from its human and goblin victims, minted by the Nation of Rabbits and the Tick of Constructs respectively. The spouse itself was dispatched with relative ease. I went straight to the castle overlooking the river to report my deeds. The lord there sent me off to kill the dark creature bridegroom, and I took a swordsman with me.read more
27 June 2012, 07:20 Rating: 8 [+]
Now, here’s the thing about dwarves: they’re not like you and me. We wake up, we shower, we get dressed, we go to work, and while we’re doing all this, sometimes we get an idea. “I should write a cookbook that focuses on pomegranates,” we think, and then we get out of the shower and towel off and we don’t write the book. “I should create a mosaic depicting Washington’s terrible defeat at Fort Necessity,” we think, and then, almost always, we reach our bus stop, we step off the bus, and we go on with our lives.read more
27 June 2012, 06:53 Rating: 14 [+]
You know, I've ran a fortress like an Aztec cult before.