On second thought, let’s let the bastards wander around outside. I don’t care.

A baby donkey is born. I quickly erect a cage to prevent the baby from forming any emotional bonds, so I can slaughter it later.

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In an effort to reduce the amount of rubble in the incomplete Great Hall, I create a Mason’s Shop. Plus, the location lets me keep an eye on the prick.

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To increase my efforts, I suspend all work at the old shop. Let’s see him avoid me now, that prick.

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The dining area is set, and I allow congregations. Hopefully I’ll stop getting complaints now.

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While doing routine checks of all the facilities, I come upon this unbuilt kitchen. Noting the small population, I let the building sit unused for now.

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There appears to be no time for simple cooking. We’ll have to eat our Plump Helmets raw, damnit.

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Although the others proclaim how talented this Mason is, I can’t see what’s so great. It’s just rock. And god damn it, just when I’m sure he’s all talented out…

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It turned out to be another damn door. I decided to not bother looking at this one.

Then, I was informed of this.

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Bloody hell, I say. Why? It’s outside, and there’s ****ing nothing out here. The Mason points this out to me.

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I throw him out of my office and seethe at my ignorance, before going out there to build the damn thing myself. Once it’s designed, I decide to simply leave the labor to the Mason. Snickering, I mark it for Masonry and high-tail it out of there.

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The puppy was promptly tossed into a cage, if you’re curious.

A few days later, I found the Liason wandering around, aimlessly. I am not sure what he was doing, but I know it’s the Mason’s responsibility to deal with this male reproductive organsucker. I hope he goes insane and rips his head off.

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Once the Depot’s completed, I load in all the clothing of the deceased and begin to bargain. However, something happens I wasn’t expecting.

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My ignorance of appraising leads to a total lack of knowledge about prices. In shock, I immediately flee back to my offices in order to study, but fail to find any way to do so. Curses.

In other news, I have discovered the Mason at his old workshop. It seems he has simply begun skipping around on the orders, bypbuming the suspended one. I decide to try another measure.

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It succeeded, and the Mason quickly scampered to a meeting. He brought me logs of all his requests, which I looked over.

Accepted: We do need wood.

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Denied: There is no metal ore I can find, nor is there fuel. Useless.

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Accepted: Hammers are an excellent weapon, and lack of metal makes it so we must import.

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Accepted: God damn, I love Quarry Bushes.

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The Mason’s good choices for the most part cheered me up, and going through the Door count, I was even more pleased. It seems the work order has been completed to the full.

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Everything was going so well. I felt… exuberant. I flew through the papers, understanding each one, absorbing their knowledge, marking everything perfectly. I had achieved a state of… perfection. This state of joy quickly subsided when I remembered that I was stranded in a ****ing desert with five other dwarves, one whom I despised. But the understanding remained.

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Wish I kept the euphoria, though.