Utterly Mad

Now I'm waiting for the demons to get bored and leave so I can build a hell bunker.

I haven't played Bastiongate since that post. I'm doing a turn at Murdermachines right now.

I'm waiting on people to make mods. You know, I might just take the mods I have now and start Slaughterhelm without everyone else. Maybe tomorrow.

Finally finished off my turn at Murdermachines, going to start writing the ending. Here's what I've got so far, not exactly in order and there will probably be stuff between.

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Armok looked down at his favorite fortress, Murdermachines. He knew it was doomed, be it from voidspawn, demons, goblins, deliberate sabotage, or even simply the stupidity of an overseer. He knew it could not last. There would be a quick burst of blood and then nothing. The constant flow would stop, and Armok would have to move on. So he decided to do something about it.

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Flame thought about the shattered military. There were too few dwarves to draft. Even with tricks like the danger room and the shaft of enlightenment, there was still no way to train enough dwarves. Her only hope was to reinforce what she had. With adamantine.

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Down in once of the many catacombs, in a forgotten stockpile, there lay a skeleton. Nobody knew who it belonged to, their profession, or even their gender. All they knew is that it was dwarven. There was no moss or lichen on the bones, they had lain there so long the moss had long since died. The bones lay in a rough arrangement, where the corpse had been placed all those years before.

Slowly, the skeleton's bones began to blacken. The gnaw marks from vermin began to fill in with fresh bone. From the joints grew rough gray ligaments and muscle. Over the muscle formed shining gray skin. Through the skin the glow of the earth's blood could be seen. Closed eyes and a mouth formed on the face. The eyes opened, revealing a firey glow beneath. Finally, a magnificent beard of glowing blue strands grew on the face.

Armok rose from where he lay. He walked into the nearby catacombs, raising his godly hand toward the coffins.


Flame stood in front of one of the coffins of her former bodies. She occasionally visited the catacombs, for sometimes her past lives remembered helped her in this one. Suddenly, her perception seemed split. She felt as if her whole body was itching terribly, but it didn't. She saw darkness, but she also saw the coffin in front of her. She pushed the coffin lid open, but she stayed standing where she was. And she saw herself standing in front of her coffin, and she saw herself rise out of the coffin in front of her, fully formed and very much alive.

All around her, corpses rose from their coffins, flesh forming on their bones. And in the center of it all, a dwarf with metal skin and glowing eyes. A god. Armok.

Playing Bastiongate, the spikes are working perfectly. I've killed almost the entire demon horde with only two lives lost. I'm also building my walls higher and adding towers. I expanded my food stockpile as well to hold all the demon meat roasts.

If you ever need help, just ask us.

Also... can we get dwarves named after us?

I was thinking, ya know...everyone always buys expensive pigs for food.

Female untrained dogs only cost 16 points, I can buy like four of those for the price of a pig, throw in a male and I can do this a few times and suddenly I have a steady food and war source.

Meat is meat.