Outpost Dumatbido

1st of Granite, year 252, early spring

___________________Day 1____________________________

All those years of work have finally been rewarded. I am finally going to have a significant political job!

… or so I was told. I find myself surrounded by 6 idiot-looking dwarves, dressed in what should be described as rags. They are carrying a boatload of tools and supplies. I hope they don’t expect me to raise a finger. I won’t.

We are supposed to find a place to start a settlement, as this road is full of traders and caravans, and we could make good money here.

As we are walking, one of them, Tobul, a mean-looking, short and stout dwarf, stops suddenly.

He hits the ground with his pickaxe, and then pushes his ear to the dirt. What the hell is this stupid piece of shit doing?

He raises his head with a dumb grin and says “good mineral here”.

“Well then, get diggin’, dumbass”, I think, while nodding with disdain. I sit on the cart and prepare to take a nap. It’s gonna take several moons to have a place decent enough to sleep in. Ugh, I hate birds, I hate butterflies and I hate the sun. It makes me stomach sick.

__________________________ Day 1 & 1/2______________________________

I’m suddenly awaken by a loud sound. Or at least I get that sensation, but I don’t know what it was. After a few seconds, I seem to be able to figure out the source. There’s a pack of dwarves cheering and screaming, and in front of them, is one of our beloved cats, Paulino (yeah weird name I know) fighting a rattlesnake.

And speaking about quick death, Paulino teared its head appart like it was nothing. Cats are good. When they can be assed to do something…

I order the cook to store the body for later use. He asked me when am I going to do a damned thing.

You know what, you jerk? I am your leader, and I will be the sheriff of this outpost. And if someone breaks the law, I’ll bash his head in, just like our grandparents used to do.

_______________________ Day 2___________________________

We have a still. Get the booze flowing!

The miner says we have struck blooditite. That dumbass didn’t listen in his latin lessons. It’s hematite. It will come in handy, get that mason crafting up and running!

I actually don’t know what hematite is and what it’s good for. I just remember reading it somewhere. Please don’t tell the other dumbasses, I need to keep illusion of authority.

According to my calculations, today is the first day of summer. My dorfs are complaining about sleeping on the floor and being awakened by butterflies. I have ordered the building of bedrooms. Beds will be hard to come by.

Some migrants arrived today.

The great reform of 252 starts now: Task optimization. I seriously need some shuteye now.

_______________________________ Day 3_____________________________________

*Editor’s note: At this point I actually grab a piece of paper and start organizing this mess.

*2nd editor’s note: I’m writing with a red pen because fuck you.

*3rd editor’s note: Shit, my save file got deleted, luckily I had seasonal autosave. Back to square summer, I guess.

Yay, we have struck platinum. I’ll look into minting some coins.

Some migrants arrived today… (Uh I have a bit of a déjà vu right now)

Roughnessacts (yes that’s our name now) is now 10 strong! Which is not enough to fit my initial plans. Oh well. After some cuts it will fill our needs. We won’t have a metal industry, military or, pretty much, anything that isn’t entirely necessary to avoid a tantrum spiral. Baby steps.

Our current roster looks like this:

2 Miners

1 Farmer

1 Plant Gatherer

1 Woodcutter

2 Professional trained Haulers (who am I kidding, this guys are useless)

1 Mason

1 Carpenter

1 Brewer

So yeah…

I’ll close this entry with a brief summary of our fort.