Dwarf Fortress is like blissful drugs. You get caught up in hours, days, weeks of hopeless euforia and new discoveries, all while your personal life crumbles around you. You can do nothing to stop it. You're hopelessly caught. Only a little further. I only need to finish this room. This tunnel. Ooh, shiny!

I never built a bed.
My dwarfs catch some sleep standing against a wall.
I wake them up to continue mining.
Such is the life under my rule.

I tell my dorf: "Hey, go put that harmless unarmed GOBLIN into the pit".
Dorf says: "Right you are sir. One GOBLIN in a pit coming right up."
Opens cage.
"HOLY SHIT A NAKED GOBLIN!?! I COULD NEVER HAVE PREDICTED THIS!! LEG IT!!"
Dorf runs off like a fucking idiot, leaving the Goblin to wander aimlessly around the fortress, until it either runs into one of my war hounds or falls into one of my cage traps and is caught again.
Rinse, repeat.

This is how my games go:

You have struck Lignite!

OMG WHERE

You have struck Orthoclase!

OH SHIT SON

You have struck Moonstone!

SHOW ME NOW

You have struck Amethyst!

Okay come on

You have struck Schist!

Yaaaay

You have struck Granite!

Cool man

You have struck Mica!

Oka-

You have struck Chalk!

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Wolf cancels Breathe: Interrupted by ≡Copper Bolt≡

302: Picthambujit, "Spiraledscrape", town
Owner: The Dented Group, humans
Parent Civ: The Raw Kingdoms, humans
1094 humans
2206 cats!!!