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Looking good man! more more more! I like you blueprint drawings, very clear.
Oh crap, I accidentally jumped the gun, please delete the above comment and this one as well.
With great anticipation, I finally successfully installed dwarf fortress. I messed around with it for a couple weeks learning the ropes, not investing in a single game, just learning the rules and mechanics. I played each fortress for about a year then restarted with a more successful venture until I knew what I was doing– or so I thought.
My fortress was humming along. The farms were thriving. I had a couple of masterpieces and had found platinum and silver in abundance. I had a rudimentary army that needed testing.
A marauding grizzly arrived and repeatedly frightened a few of my laborers away from their tasks and drank quite a bit of alcohol. Since losing a goblin thief to the trackless wilds, my soldiers were itching for combat and retribution. I sent my forces to scare him off. They did scare him– he ran like hell. Unfortunately, they somehow managed to catch him. That’s when I learned that my troops had started their chase with no weapons.
To atone for the unlikelihood of dwarves on foot chasing down a frightened grizzly, the battle was much more realistic. Two were nearly immediately killed. Three others were more seriously wounded than the beginnings of my clinic could hope to heal. The rest stood in mourning or futilely coaxed their dying friends back to the fortress.
I haven’t played since. I want to– I love the game, but the guilt of my irresponsibility still weighs upon me. I don’t know if I will ever stir that fortress from its harddrive slumber– do I have the courage to face their sorrow-induced madness? How can I possibly think I have the competence to save them?
Losing is fun?
Yes– tremendously so.
Um, I’d love to submit stories, but there seems to be no way to do this.