I'm approaching the 50 hour mark on steam and my life has been substantially overtaken by the earth and its striking therein.
My 40-dwarf military is finally fully kitted out in steel armor and weapons and ready to go and fight some fun down in the caverns. I've constructed a Westeros-ass drawbridge airlock to protect the rest of the fortress when they sally forth. I've also created a fortified archer's post above the gate allowing my marksdwarves to unleash hell upon any nearby threats.
I'm thoroughly convinced this is a disproportionate response but I really don't know how scared to be with all these things!
Anyway, enough of the exciting things.
The real threat to my fortress right now is that the military has been issued backpacks.
This allows them to carry food around.
Because they are on a staggered training schedule, sometimes their training interrupts them mid-meal.
The food is then dropped to the ground, which rots and produces subterranean miasma and projectile vomiting.
My next project is a dedicated refuse-hauling and cleaning maid who is sequestered into the barracks burrow.



