Well, just for fun… I decided to make a fortress in Dwarf Fortress - with everybody in this thread. Just like the original post described. …At least, everybody I didn’t accidentally miss. So… I took everyone in the thread and modeled dwarves after them, based on what they said they would be like, and what they could do in real life.
Normally, in dwarf fortress, you start with 7 dwarves. I started with 57, and a rule I made for myself was that I wasn’t allowed to change anyone’s skillsets. These things made it exponentially more difficult.
The theme of the thread is: What would happen if everyone in the Dwarf Fortress forums (aka the Bay 12 forums) was suddenly transported to the land of Dwarf Fortress? How would we fare among goblins, elves and dwarves?
Fifty-seven people mysteriously transported to dwarfworld via a bizarre copy of DFHack (I used dfusion - simple_embark)… all Bay12’ers:
On the dolomite wall of a deep, dark hallway, beautifully covered with swirling, artistic engravings of laptops, computers, iPhones and pixelated smiley faces, there exists a blank patch. On this blank patch is a long section of beautifully engraved handwriting - labeled at the top in large cursive letters engraved with great care into the living stone: “The journal of Talvieno Violencelashes, dictated by himself, and engraved by Fen Wheeldreamy.” It looks as if it hasn’t been touched for a long time, and curiously you brush your fingertips over the strange lettering, wondering how such odd fonts came to be in a land of dwarves and elves. Holding your lantern closer to the wall, you begin to read.
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Yesterday morning I woke up to this wonderful little message:
“Hi there, we’ve chosen your “lovers kill dragon” story for illustration!
Do we have your permission?
We will credit either your username or your real name (please tell me which).
I think we’ll end up chucking you a PDF of the book when it’s done - please pass me an email address :)”
It’s referencing this Dwarf Fortress-generated/inspired poem/story that I wrote, here.
Basically, Tim Denee, the guy who did the story and art for the famous Bronzemurdered and Oilfurnace stories, is going to illustrate my story/poem. The illustrations are going to be included in the book drawnfortress.tumblr (TinyPirate on the forums and elsewhere) is writing.
My work is getting published. And illustrated. By professionals. I’ll admit to feeling a little proud of myself at the moment. =P
A summary of the story, as posted on the forums:
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Sadly awaiting first promise of morning
The songbirds attempting to break through your gloom
You shoo them away, as you long for another
The sunrise for you could never come too soon
O sweet words from lips afar,
You’ve found your way into my arms
You’re so romantic, and you latch
Onto my aching heart
I had something happen a few days ago, and I’ve been kind of down since then. I’m really sorry about the lack of posts - I just really haven’t felt like writing anything or putting anything up. =( I’ll see if I can get something posted soon.
Though born poetically challenged
You became quite adept
Your heart, it spoke, its thoughts unhinged
Your mind, it steels, its feelings kept
So closely to your soul
Forlorn the heart within you stays
Like rain on cloudy day
In part from broken heart’s cruel bite
You find you feel alone at night
Let me help fill that hole
A hypothetical scenario: You accidentally betray the location of someone very close to you to a crime organization, not knowing who they are. Immediately afterwards, you discover that they’re actually going to kill your friend - as fast as possible - and this leaves you with three choices. You can either:
- Let your friend die, while you live.
- Send a text to your friend, only having time and space to say you betrayed them and that they need to run. Unfortunately, you know your phone is bugged and you’re being watched. The criminals will kill you. Your friend will know you died, and will know you betrayed them, but nothing else.
- “Admit” (lie) to the criminals that it was just a setup, and the police are waiting there for them. They won’t risk it, so your friend will be safe - but they’ll kill you. Your friend will know you died, and will think that you were killed simply because he/she knew you.
What would you do?
Ignoring all our woes the world still turns
As if could never get bored by the day
While light flees from the color, the sky burns
As time sets fire to the blue and gray
Awhirl among emotions scattered
Awash with joy, and bliss surrounds
Head over heels, and naught else matters
I look at you, and my heart pounds
She sits, with eyes so cold and gray
And watches people pass each day
Unlike her eyes, her heart beats warm
For him she searches, through the storm
