Spinemachine Intro ft. Frigidbowels

Time for some Dwarf Fortress! And by that I mean time to build something up only to have it ruthlessly destroyed before our eyes. What will do it this time? Flooding? Goblins? The fever dreams of the deranged? Nothing is as impermanent as the ambitions of the stout mountain folk.

In an attempt to share the humiliation, three of us are going to manage this new fortress.
1 year for each tyrant. Every spring we will rotate and throw this mess of a hot potato to the next guy, for him to sharpen his cruel will on our past mistakes.

Being the least experienced of the three players, I will play the first year and construct the flawed foundation upon which all of our future blunders will rest. Straw-picking determined the rest of the order:

1. ME!
2. TheJamer
3. T.O.M.

First step is to randomly generate a world. Behold Xestsumon, The Enchanted Plane!



I've picked out a spot in the middle of the map. It's near some human settlements, it's near a brook called Satinybursts the Tufts of Breakfast, in the Factional Forest. Sold!

Now for our seven dwarves:

MC Hammer: Miner, wrestler, and lord of good times.
Toothless McGee: Professional biter, bone carver, but also a miner.
Daniel Boone: Tree expert, intrepid hero.
Rabbi Ephraim: Gem-cutter, stone-worker, appreciator of shiny things.
Irish: Brewer and cook.
Americuh: Farmer and fish cleaner.
Meatcurtains: Fisherdwarf and prankster.

These merry men are officially known as Frigidbowels the Garish Blisters of Anger, sent off to forge a new future in the fortress of Spinemachine.

STRIKE THE EARTH!!!