This is probably an important diplomatic event, but I don't even care.
I just sent some moron I didn't like to demand tribute from some random place. Maybe they'll send us a trading caravan. Apparently, sending a tribute demand is a way to establish contact with a civilization without any chance of war happening, and so, whatever. Dwarf diplomacy apparently involves sending some unarmed guy to another civilization to get drunk and yell at them demanding things.
Why is this a big thing? Because for literally months, dwarves had refused to dig or do anything even remotely useful, even build walls or pull levers that needed to be pulled to save the entire fort. This was the first dig task that anyone did in months. I just sat and watched him do it for a while because wtf.
This is when I thought we were pretty much fucked. When it's goblins it's "a vile force of darkness." This was the message that said goddamn you are dumb for being a traitor and attacking your own civilization. And let's get real, the force that showed up was ludicrous.
Look at this.
See that page of horses? There's pages and pages of just horses. And that's before even the heavily armed dwarves from the Mountainhomes who would absolutely obliterate our weakened forces if they got even near us.
And each of those is heavily armed, heavily armored, and would take out a half dozen of our weak ass troops by themselves. And there are literally hundreds of them, and a couple dozen of us. This is like a reverse Sparta situation. We're vastly outnumbered by troops that could individually beat the fuck out of our entire army.
Luckily we're giant pussies and even though the cumblaster is broken (one of the gates broke), we can just shut down the gate and praise Toady, this stops even the mightiest of armies. So that's what we did. Even though it took a rather frantic effort to get the lever pulled because for some reason, when I said the lever needed to be pulled now, it repeatedly chose some random retard from 50 levels away who on top of that was crippled and hobbling on crutches, to come pull the lever that we'd all be dead by the time he got there.
God I hate dwarves. And fuck you Toady.
For some reason, domestic turmoil yet again occurred inside the fortress.
I have no idea what this bullshit was. It was apparently some random bar fight. This is just an example of what goes on in the fort even when nothing is otherwise happening. Why the fuck is a poet even in this place?
And then this happens. As if things aren't going badly enough.
This dumbshit, one of the few sadbrains I didn't exterminate in the wereape holocaust, went nuts and toppled a statue in a temple. So now he's a vampire. Great. I have him burrowed in with other sadbrains in the hope he eats them.
As badly as things are going, though, there's occasionally something good.
Finally, the memorialized slabs that I ordered ON MY FIRST FUCKING DAY IN OFFICE BEFORE ANY OF THIS HAPPENED are being placed so the ghosts would calm down. This was fucking months ago. Ghosts have been fucking up everything for months. A ghost literally fucking murdered someone. I knew that was theoretically possible but I never actually saw it happen, and in this case, it was actually a couple years ago in someone else's tenure. I'll post it if I find it. Some dwarf was murdered by a fucking ghost.
If I've done nothing else, other than kill most of the inhabitants of this fort, I will at least be remembered for getting rid of the swarms of ghosts that when I got here practically fucking outnumbered the actual inhabitants.
Also I will isolate this little anecdote because it symbolizes exactly what this fort is like.
A literal child went nuts (yet again). I sent the entirety of our armed forces to kill a goddamn child. This is what happened.
Oh great, this again. How hard can it be to put down another child?
Nobody gets there in time other than this moron.
And then what happens?
This, for literally days, because who can be bothered to show up to a chimpout? Most of the "military" is off drinking with goblins and humans at this point.
After literally days of pummeling, he finally wakes up and takes out a literal fucking child.
And guess what happens now? Seriously, guess.
I bet you can't guess.
He's been doing such a great fucking job.