I haven't played adventure mode since the most recent major update, decided to try it out. I climbed a tree and couldn't get down so decided to stay up in the trees. Went to jump from one tree to the next, fell out of the tree, smashed my shoulder into an unrecognizable mass, bruised my lungs/liver, and broke my neck. I died of suffocation due to mashed lungs. Best game ever.
Started up Fortress mode. I got a dead civilization. I CAN WORK WITH THIS!
In the late winter of the year 249, the dwarves of Zansonglokum (the massive spears) decided that the time had come to abandon the mountain homes. The age of Elves had gone by with a whimper, and so it seemed the dwarven peoples too would go into that goodnight. One last effort would be made to struggle against the dying of dwarven light. A fortress in the deep jungles of the south would be built where their kind could rebuild away from the prying eyes of goblins. These few are the last of their kind.
They set off from the empty halls beneath the brute mountains which they had called home for so long, a caravan of what few dwarves could bear to leave. After traveling for little more than a few weeks, in the early spring of 250, a shadow fell upon them. From the blackened dunes about them burst forth hordes of foul undead, and there in the desert the dwarves were butchered. All but a few that is. Seven unfortunate souls escaped the onslaught, the only injuries attained being to their hearts and minds. The loss was great, and the sight of what had happened would not fade quickly. Taking stock of what they had, and believing that to return to the site of the massacre would be suicide, it was decided that the desert would be as far as they would get. They would go on to build an outpost in this desert and if any of their kind should follow, they would be refreshed on their way to the southern jungle.
If I keep going with this, I might as well start a whole new thread for it.
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