The following are extracts from the diaries of Krash Sigunàlil, from the early days of Virgintraded.
Krash’s diary, 10th of granite
Took a walk to get my bearings around the fort. It is functional, just like William said, but fuck we dwarfs can do more than functional. No one builds huge towers, trapped pyramids, or intricate mechanical devices because they need them; they build them because they can!
What’s needed here is vision and creativity – and I’ll be the supplier.
Note the gorgeous location for a ramp over the lava – with that we won’t even have to freeze when we fight.
Laborers have been reorganized for the tasks at hand. I told the miners to focus on mining and nothing else, while the rest of our merry gang has been divided into teams responsible for food, making stuff, and all those other little things that aren’t as important as mining. I was really surprised there are no cooks and, even more outrageous, no good brewers among us!

Guess we’ll live on gruel and burnt black meat with soggy plump helmets cores and piss for drinks, at least for a few years or so. Feels like my good ol army days already!
Now get to work you pansy elfin girls!
Krash’s diary, 26th of granite
We’ve begun to plug the opening to the underground caves. As much as I like punching gremlins and pond grabbers, there might be real threats down below, and I’m not about to put the fort in more danger than it already is.
The Yetis are more brave than they are intelligent. Guess that’s why they’re so rare outside of these frozen wastes.
I do appreciate some tasty yeti meat. Too bad the cooks here are so useless they ruin even that.
Speaking of taste, I’ve had a new supply depot built. In solid gold. Bet it will be swarming with eager merchants soon.
Krash’s diary, 12th of slate
And the hole still isn’t plugged! It’s a race against the clock now!
(The forgotten beast has deadly dust, a very, very lethal ability (bugged). Nokast, the monster that nearly destroyed Anusblaze, also had deadly dust, spreading a nasty syndrome with it as a bonus.)
Yes that’s fascinating, really, but I’m busy now. Go away.
Krash’s diary, 12th of slate
We managed to close the opening before the beast got in. I can still hear it rampaging down there, probably enraged that it was denied a tasty dwarf buffet. I wonder if rerouting some magma would be enough to kill it? Or perhaps we should cave in the underground cavern? Decisions decisions…
Krash’s diary, 15th of slate
My kids tell me there’s vermin in the trash dump and the food stockpiles. After punishing them for playing in the yeti remains, I put down some notes about buying cats. I love cats – on a stick over an open fire they get kinda crispy without losing the tenderness of their meat, especially the fat ones. And unlike rats they’re quite easy to skin.
Speaking of vermin, we’ve got a brand new little parasite of our very own kind.
Right in William’s office too. He wasn’t overjoyed.
Krash’s diary, 2nd of felsite
Seems like this place is getting some attention. There’s a shitload of hungry, exhausted migrants at our gates, wanting to be let in. Potters, fish dissectors, glassmakers, pressers, and children; I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a useless lot.
(Seriously this might be the most worthless migrant wave I’ve ever seen since I started playing DF.) A few of them can fight though. The militia will get the dwarfs they need.
One boasted about having felled over a hundred. “Names?” I asked him. He looked at me funny and showed me a list. A list of animals mostly. How very disappointing.
Who in the name of fuck catalogs the sex of the animals they kill? Nish Cilobzatthud, I’m keeping an eye on you.
I’ve ordered all the migrants’ animals slaughtered. There’s no feed for herbivores on a glacier.