FPS is too high for my liking. Militia is untrained and underequipped, but exists. I now have a handy stack of steel bars so armor will be coming out before winter. Maybe i'll replace silver hammers with adamantine swords because i like severed limbs.
The wererat victim ate a kid and the hospital is now off-limits because the guy doesn't obey neither burrows nor military orders anymore. I'm trying to organize an accident, but he moves around, making it harder.
I won't be slaughtering children for their bones because we have too much food, and caravans come only rarely. All bedrooms including for the fresh migrants have been furnished with cabinets, and about half with statues. Repeater for the danger room is being tuned, and a grand total of 60 wooden training spears have been installed, ready to link. Waterfall is operational again, now with no dirt generation.
Despite some people being horrified at seeing a troglodyde die recently, seeing a troglodyte die recently, seeing a troglodyte die recently, seeing a troglodyte die recently, and seeing everything else in the corpse pile left by the forgotten beast, the general mood seems fine.
I've given the child a custom profession, Beast Slayer. She felt nothing when entering an existing conflict. She felt nothing when seeing the forgotten beast die. A cold-blooded efficient killer fond of drink and industry.
