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	Trapped in the clutches of the devious little device, arms pinned to her side and with little more than a sheet to maintain her modesty as the machine did it's insidiously perverted work, was Ber. Ber! Alternating between shouts of embarrassed rage and unintentional moans as the two wrestlers hacked and smashed at the machine jackhammering into her, the self-proclaimed queen could not have looked more ridiculous. I couldn't help it; I exploded with laughter, all the tension and fear of the last year flowing out of me in one insane spasm of joy and inappropriate hilarity. So unusual was my levity that the rest of the group simply sat and stared in stunned disbelief as I slumped against the wall and let out great heaving blasts of laughter. This then set Utes off, and before we knew it half the fort was howling with laughter at our leader's predicament. I made my crawling escape before she got free, as I was sure that she would kill us if she were able, and I was completely unable to stand. I still can't, two hours later. I believe Ber is free now, but she has no idea who was behind her disgrace, and I am sure the two goblins who planned to disgrace me are shaking in their boots just now. Victory is finally mine, and it is so very sweet! I can barely wait to tell Atu! If only she would stop that damnable snoring..		Trapped in the clutches of the devious little device, arms pinned to her side and with little more than a sheet to maintain her modesty as the machine did it's insidiously perverted work, was Ber. Ber! Alternating between shouts of embarrassed rage and unintentional moans as the two wrestlers hacked and smashed at the machine jackhammering into her, the self-proclaimed queen could not have looked more ridiculous. I couldn't help it; I exploded with laughter, all the tension and fear of the last year flowing out of me in one insane spasm of joy and inappropriate hilarity. So unusual was my levity that the rest of the group simply sat and stared in stunned disbelief as I slumped against the wall and let out great heaving blasts of laughter. This then set Utes off, and before we knew it half the fort was howling with laughter at our leader's predicament. I made my crawling escape before she got free, as I was sure that she would kill us if she were able, and I was completely unable to stand. I still can't, two hours later. I believe Ber is free now, but she has no idea who was behind her disgrace, and I am sure the two goblins who planned to disgrace me are shaking in their boots just now. Victory is finally mine, and it is so very sweet! I can barely wait to tell Atu! If only she would stop that damnable snoring..

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1d4chan>Dadamh: Links for the link god

2009-02-09T16:22:13Z

Links for the link god

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	= Goblin Fortress =		= Goblin Fortress =
	[[Image:Spirit of goblin fortress.png\|thumb\|right]]		[[Image:Spirit of goblin fortress.png\|thumb\|right]]
	A recent fad on /tg/ has been to take Dwarf Fortress and edit the raw files to play as a goblin civilization. Simple enough, but the editing doesn't stop there; since goblins do not die of old age, they are one of the few races that can be set to be all [FEMALE] without simply dying out at world generation. This inevitably lead to the idea of lesbian goblin forts, kidnapping the males of other species and chaining them up in their underground sex-forts. Further editing ensued, so that goblin forts the world over began churning out "- Kobold Leather Strap-ons -" and all kinds of other unwholesome toys. Writefaggotry was requested and delivered, in the form of a sort of twisted succession game-log, from the point of view of naive goblin Mechanic Snodub Joinspider. After a number of requests for MOAR, 1d4chan was recommended as a place to archive the story while it continued. What follows is the story so far in its entirety, from beginning to the latest post, two days after the initial idea. Note that this is copied ''straight from the original text file,'' and as such will not have any minor edits that I caught or otherwise decided to change while posting. With that said, enjoy!		A recent fad on /tg/ has been to take [[Dwarf Fortress]] and edit the raw files to play as a [[goblin]] civilization. Simple enough, but the editing doesn't stop there; since goblins do not die of old age, they are one of the few races that can be set to be all [FEMALE] without simply dying out at world generation. This inevitably lead to the idea of lesbian goblin forts, kidnapping the males of other species and chaining them up in their underground sex-forts. Further editing ensued, so that goblin forts the world over began churning out "- Kobold Leather Strap-ons -" and all kinds of other unwholesome toys. Writefaggotry was requested and delivered, in the form of a sort of twisted succession game-log, from the point of view of naive goblin Mechanic Snodub Joinspider. After a number of requests for MOAR, 1d4chan was recommended as a place to archive the story while it continued. What follows is the story so far in its entirety, from beginning to the latest post, two days after the initial idea. Note that this is copied ''straight from the original text file,'' and as such will not have any minor edits that I caught or otherwise decided to change while posting. With that said, enjoy!

	== The log of Joinedspider ==		== The log of Joinedspider ==

124.103.30.180: /* Goblin Fortress */

2009-02-08T08:46:46Z

Goblin Fortress

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	A recent fad on /tg/ has been to take Dwarf Fortress and edit the raw files to play as a goblin civilization. Simple enough, but the editing doesn't stop there; since goblins do not die of old age, they are one of the few races that can be set to be all [FEMALE] without simply dying out at world generation. This inevitably lead to the idea of lesbian goblin forts, kidnapping the males of other species and chaining them up in their underground sex-forts. Further editing ensued, so that goblin forts the world over began churning out "- Kobold Leather Strap-ons -" and all kinds of other unwholesome toys. Writefaggotry was requested and delivered, in the form of a sort of twisted succession game-log, from the point of view of naive goblin Mechanic Snodub Joinspider. After a number of requests for MOAR, 1d4chan was recommended as a place to archive the story while it continued. What follows is the story so far in ~~it's~~ entirety, from beginning to the latest post, two days after the initial idea. Note that this is copied ''straight from the original text file,'' and as such will not have any minor edits that I caught or otherwise decided to change while posting. With that said, enjoy!		A recent fad on /tg/ has been to take Dwarf Fortress and edit the raw files to play as a goblin civilization. Simple enough, but the editing doesn't stop there; since goblins do not die of old age, they are one of the few races that can be set to be all [FEMALE] without simply dying out at world generation. This inevitably lead to the idea of lesbian goblin forts, kidnapping the males of other species and chaining them up in their underground sex-forts. Further editing ensued, so that goblin forts the world over began churning out "- Kobold Leather Strap-ons -" and all kinds of other unwholesome toys. Writefaggotry was requested and delivered, in the form of a sort of twisted succession game-log, from the point of view of naive goblin Mechanic Snodub Joinspider. After a number of requests for MOAR, 1d4chan was recommended as a place to archive the story while it continued. What follows is the story so far in its entirety, from beginning to the latest post, two days after the initial idea. Note that this is copied ''straight from the original text file,'' and as such will not have any minor edits that I caught or otherwise decided to change while posting. With that said, enjoy!

	== The log of Joinedspider ==		== The log of Joinedspider ==

1d4chan>Zam: /* The log of Joinedspider */

2008-11-22T17:44:43Z

The log of Joinedspider

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	In short, a swordsmaster has arrived. She arrived leading a pack of dust-encrusted migrants through the wilderness to our fort. After introducing herself to Ber, who was lounging by the stairs, she took one look at our militia and let out a sort of humourless barking laugh. She has disdained the use of the barracks and taken over one of the free rooms, and as nobody has the guts to confront her about it it seems she is here to stay. She has spent the last four hours meticulously sharpening and cleaning her swords while staring grimly at the wall. She has yet to even tell anyone her name. Somehow I get the feeling she is more dangerous than the dwarves..		In short, a swordsmaster has arrived. She arrived leading a pack of dust-encrusted migrants through the wilderness to our fort. After introducing herself to Ber, who was lounging by the stairs, she took one look at our militia and let out a sort of humourless barking laugh. She has disdained the use of the barracks and taken over one of the free rooms, and as nobody has the guts to confront her about it it seems she is here to stay. She has spent the last four hours meticulously sharpening and cleaning her swords while staring grimly at the wall. She has yet to even tell anyone her name. Somehow I get the feeling she is more dangerous than the dwarves..


			10th Sandstone, 201

			I am victorious! It took a little longer than I expected, and I certainly never imagined anything like this, but who cares? I can scarcely contain my glee! You will remember a few days ago that I discovered and successfully foiled a plot to embarrass me in front of the entire fort using a certain device that I will refrain from describing in detail. You may also recall that I successfully detached the trap and smuggled it into the room of that lecherous reprobate, Snamoz. I had hoped that when she returned from her shift that night, she would trigger it and my vengeance would be at hand. When nothing happened after a few days, I admit I simply forgot about it completely, assuming it had been discovered or failed to go off. As it happens, that was not the case.
			It seems Snamoz is quite the socialite. The reason there was no uproar after the trap was discovered was because it hadn't been discovered. Snamoz had not spent a night in her own room for almost eight days. If I was feeling charitable I would assume she was simply spending her time in the communal barracks in order to allow her to concentrate on her work.. But I am rarely charitable. So, whoever she has been spending her nights with, they have most certainly not been using Snamoz's room. Until last night, that is..

			It was late at night, and I was just preparing to crawl under my bed and sleep (Atu is still living here and has taken the bed. I have not had the nerve to ask why, but I assume she simply does not wish to go back to the stuffy, uncomfortable barracks just yet. Come to think of it, I do not know if she even has her own room.) when suddenly I heard a loud crashing sound. Instinctually, I flattened myself in the doorway of my room and tried to make myself as small as a scared rabbit could be. Peeking round the corner I saw that Snamoz had burst out of her room, slamming the door against the wall, and then went haring past me at a breakneck speed. If she noticed me she gave no indication, which added to my confusion; as I said earlier, I had completely forgotten about my little trap, and her behaviour was as much a mystery to me as anyone else. In any case, I was mystified but chose not to investigate. My life is hard enough without poking around the room of someone like Snamoz looking for trouble. This was probably a good choice, given what happened next.
			I was just settling down to try and compose my thoughts for this journal, struggling to concentrate amidst the noise (Atu snores, if you must know) when I heard a great rushing of feet coming up the corridor outside. For a moment, I was siezed with the mad fear that they were coming for me, and I was suddenly incredibly thankful for the fact I was already hiding under the bed. I debated trying to wake Atu, but she is a notoriously heavy sleeper and the feet were approaching fast. Besides, as wretched as it makes me feel to admit it, there was always the chance that they would mistake her for me.

			Thankfully I was mistaken and the situation never arose; the group pelted right past my doorway and stopped a little way down the corridor, around where Snamoz's room was set. I was intruiged despite myself. I managed to extricate myself from under the bed without waking Atu (not hard.) and padded over to the door. The moment I opened it, I heard a babble of conversation wash through the gap, and saw at least ten goblins gathered around Snamoz's doorway, including Utes who was at the back of the throng trying desperately not to laugh for some reason. Curiousity overcame me and I went over and tried to see what all the noise was about through the fuss, eventually managing to poke my head around the door at about leg height. When I think about what I saw in there, it still sends me into spasms of giggling, so I must be brief: It seems that Snamoz had not been intending to spend the night alone tonight either.

			Trapped in the clutches of the devious little device, arms pinned to her side and with little more than a sheet to maintain her modesty as the machine did it's insidiously perverted work, was Ber. Ber! Alternating between shouts of embarrassed rage and unintentional moans as the two wrestlers hacked and smashed at the machine jackhammering into her, the self-proclaimed queen could not have looked more ridiculous. I couldn't help it; I exploded with laughter, all the tension and fear of the last year flowing out of me in one insane spasm of joy and inappropriate hilarity. So unusual was my levity that the rest of the group simply sat and stared in stunned disbelief as I slumped against the wall and let out great heaving blasts of laughter. This then set Utes off, and before we knew it half the fort was howling with laughter at our leader's predicament. I made my crawling escape before she got free, as I was sure that she would kill us if she were able, and I was completely unable to stand. I still can't, two hours later. I believe Ber is free now, but she has no idea who was behind her disgrace, and I am sure the two goblins who planned to disgrace me are shaking in their boots just now. Victory is finally mine, and it is so very sweet! I can barely wait to tell Atu! If only she would stop that damnable snoring..

1d4chan>Gobbo: corrections to spacing

2008-11-13T00:14:35Z

corrections to spacing

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	Iron! At last we have struck Hematite! Dungeonbait is ecstatic and has gone down to the excavation herself to ensure that all the precious minerals are extracted. With this find, we can finally begin work on our military, and I can use the time to search for a safe place to hide from Dungeonbait's tender affections. Who knows, maybe I'll even find enough room for my friend Jackalincests.. I know she's terrified too. If I do bring her with me, she'll owe me. I wonder how I can exploit that..		Iron! At last we have struck Hematite! Dungeonbait is ecstatic and has gone down to the excavation herself to ensure that all the precious minerals are extracted. With this find, we can finally begin work on our military, and I can use the time to search for a safe place to hide from Dungeonbait's tender affections. Who knows, maybe I'll even find enough room for my friend Jackalincests.. I know she's terrified too. If I do bring her with me, she'll owe me. I wonder how I can exploit that..


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	Success! I have convinced Jackalclings, that layabout miner, to get off her lazy hind quarters and begin some more excavations. Under the guise of private rooms for us all, I have persuaded her to extend one of the tunnels to the north and build a small sub-chamber there. I did worry about how I would manage to swing the deal, but Jackalclings waved off my questions about payment saying she would 'take her pay from me later'. I did not like the way she looked at me, so I simply asked her to keep my instructions a secret and left. I could feel her eyes on me for the whole length of the corridor. She must be planning something dire. I think I will ask Jackalincests to watch out for me while I sleep tonight, lest I awake to a knife in my gut..		Success! I have convinced Jackalclings, that layabout miner, to get off her lazy hind quarters and begin some more excavations. Under the guise of private rooms for us all, I have persuaded her to extend one of the tunnels to the north and build a small sub-chamber there. I did worry about how I would manage to swing the deal, but Jackalclings waved off my questions about payment saying she would 'take her pay from me later'. I did not like the way she looked at me, so I simply asked her to keep my instructions a secret and left. I could feel her eyes on me for the whole length of the corridor. She must be planning something dire. I think I will ask Jackalincests to watch out for me while I sleep tonight, lest I awake to a knife in my gut..


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	Damn it all. My plan has backfired. While working on the secret room that I commissioned, Jackalclings has stumbled upon Kaolinite. She feels we should inform Dungeonbait, but for now I have persuaded her to keep silent. I can only hope that this does not increase her price. The caravan has left with our output of pleasure devices, and Dungeonbait remains distracted from social matters by the importance of getting a forge up and running. Jackalincests has finally been able to have her say in the running of the fort, and has been put in charge of all metal, armor and weaponsmithing. It is a big assignment, but hopefully we will have some migrants before long and they will ease the strain. Mighty Ostru, please let at least some of them be sane..		Damn it all. My plan has backfired. While working on the secret room that I commissioned, Jackalclings has stumbled upon Kaolinite. She feels we should inform Dungeonbait, but for now I have persuaded her to keep silent. I can only hope that this does not increase her price. The caravan has left with our output of pleasure devices, and Dungeonbait remains distracted from social matters by the importance of getting a forge up and running. Jackalincests has finally been able to have her say in the running of the fort, and has been put in charge of all metal, armor and weaponsmithing. It is a big assignment, but hopefully we will have some migrants before long and they will ease the strain. Mighty Ostru, please let at least some of them be sane..


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	Migrants! Fresh blood, and lots of it. Today we sighted them, amidst the heat haze; what fool idea was it to build a fort here? In the spring we had storms for weeks, and now the land itself is dry and cracked. Still, our food supplies are plentiful and there has been no sign of dwarves. The migrants themselves are mostly a sorry lot; two fishermen and a third who guts their kills, a woodcrafter and mason. The only one among them who seems halfway worthy of attention is Utes Templeseduce, the Hunter. She seems to view her fellow migrants with the same disdain I do, and had scarcely introduced herself before she disappeared into the hills to hunt for game. Two jobless peasants also arrived, but they were swiftly browbeaten by Dungeonbait and forced into our 'military'. Currently she has set them to training to build their strength, and they are wrestling and grappling with each other in the barracks. She insists on watching them as they claw and yank at each other's clothes. They are doomed I am sure, and I have no doubt she will break them into part of her harem before long.		Migrants! Fresh blood, and lots of it. Today we sighted them, amidst the heat haze; what fool idea was it to build a fort here? In the spring we had storms for weeks, and now the land itself is dry and cracked. Still, our food supplies are plentiful and there has been no sign of dwarves. The migrants themselves are mostly a sorry lot; two fishermen and a third who guts their kills, a woodcrafter and mason. The only one among them who seems halfway worthy of attention is Utes Templeseduce, the Hunter. She seems to view her fellow migrants with the same disdain I do, and had scarcely introduced herself before she disappeared into the hills to hunt for game. Two jobless peasants also arrived, but they were swiftly browbeaten by Dungeonbait and forced into our 'military'. Currently she has set them to training to build their strength, and they are wrestling and grappling with each other in the barracks. She insists on watching them as they claw and yank at each other's clothes. They are doomed I am sure, and I have no doubt she will break them into part of her harem before long.

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	Atu's friendship continues to be a constant boon, as I am now left to my own devices at almost all times. My well-muscled heroine remains as stoical and quiet as ever, but she greets me in passing whenever our paths meet, and I am glad for her company. Just yesterday I saw her promise of protection in action: I had just finished designing the layout for a well, when I suddenly realised I was starving hungry. I jogged back to the dining hall, pausing on the way to grab a delicious meal of turtle bones, and it seems I picked a busy time for it as there were at least six others already eating, including Atu. One of the stupid peasant migrants who had become our first wrestlers called out to me, and when I turned she made some sort of joke that I didn't understand. Her friend started laughing so hard she almost choked on her food. Whatever her suggestion meant it was clearly supposed to be at my expense, as the entire hall turned to grin evilly at me. It was at this point that Atu leaned back in her chair (which happened to be behind the wrestler) and calmly reached back, grabbed her by the neck and dragged her out of the room. Nobody has made fun of me since.		Atu's friendship continues to be a constant boon, as I am now left to my own devices at almost all times. My well-muscled heroine remains as stoical and quiet as ever, but she greets me in passing whenever our paths meet, and I am glad for her company. Just yesterday I saw her promise of protection in action: I had just finished designing the layout for a well, when I suddenly realised I was starving hungry. I jogged back to the dining hall, pausing on the way to grab a delicious meal of turtle bones, and it seems I picked a busy time for it as there were at least six others already eating, including Atu. One of the stupid peasant migrants who had become our first wrestlers called out to me, and when I turned she made some sort of joke that I didn't understand. Her friend started laughing so hard she almost choked on her food. Whatever her suggestion meant it was clearly supposed to be at my expense, as the entire hall turned to grin evilly at me. It was at this point that Atu leaned back in her chair (which happened to be behind the wrestler) and calmly reached back, grabbed her by the neck and dragged her out of the room. Nobody has made fun of me since.
	Even Ber has been suspiciously quiet of late, although I have noticed her eyeing me worryingly while deep in conversation with the filth-monger, Snamoz. I wonder what they are planning, but so long as I have Atu to protect me, I am no longer so scared.		Even Ber has been suspiciously quiet of late, although I have noticed her eyeing me worryingly while deep in conversation with the filth-monger, Snamoz. I wonder what they are planning, but so long as I have Atu to protect me, I am no longer so scared.


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	It is several hours later as I write this under a tree near the river, and Jackalincests has found me and lent me her cape. She has tried to convince me to go back to the fort with her, but I have refused. Even so, I suppose I will have to go back soon.. I have nowhere else to go. But I still hate them!		It is several hours later as I write this under a tree near the river, and Jackalincests has found me and lent me her cape. She has tried to convince me to go back to the fort with her, but I have refused. Even so, I suppose I will have to go back soon.. I have nowhere else to go. But I still hate them!


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1d4chan>Gobbo: +Illustrations

2008-11-13T00:13:14Z

+Illustrations

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	Iron! At last we have struck Hematite! Dungeonbait is ecstatic and has gone down to the excavation herself to ensure that all the precious minerals are extracted. With this find, we can finally begin work on our military, and I can use the time to search for a safe place to hide from Dungeonbait's tender affections. Who knows, maybe I'll even find enough room for my friend Jackalincests.. I know she's terrified too. If I do bring her with me, she'll owe me. I wonder how I can exploit that..		Iron! At last we have struck Hematite! Dungeonbait is ecstatic and has gone down to the excavation herself to ensure that all the precious minerals are extracted. With this find, we can finally begin work on our military, and I can use the time to search for a safe place to hide from Dungeonbait's tender affections. Who knows, maybe I'll even find enough room for my friend Jackalincests.. I know she's terrified too. If I do bring her with me, she'll owe me. I wonder how I can exploit that..

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	Success! I have convinced Jackalclings, that layabout miner, to get off her lazy hind quarters and begin some more excavations. Under the guise of private rooms for us all, I have persuaded her to extend one of the tunnels to the north and build a small sub-chamber there. I did worry about how I would manage to swing the deal, but Jackalclings waved off my questions about payment saying she would 'take her pay from me later'. I did not like the way she looked at me, so I simply asked her to keep my instructions a secret and left. I could feel her eyes on me for the whole length of the corridor. She must be planning something dire. I think I will ask Jackalincests to watch out for me while I sleep tonight, lest I awake to a knife in my gut..		Success! I have convinced Jackalclings, that layabout miner, to get off her lazy hind quarters and begin some more excavations. Under the guise of private rooms for us all, I have persuaded her to extend one of the tunnels to the north and build a small sub-chamber there. I did worry about how I would manage to swing the deal, but Jackalclings waved off my questions about payment saying she would 'take her pay from me later'. I did not like the way she looked at me, so I simply asked her to keep my instructions a secret and left. I could feel her eyes on me for the whole length of the corridor. She must be planning something dire. I think I will ask Jackalincests to watch out for me while I sleep tonight, lest I awake to a knife in my gut..

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	Damn it all. My plan has backfired. While working on the secret room that I commissioned, Jackalclings has stumbled upon Kaolinite. She feels we should inform Dungeonbait, but for now I have persuaded her to keep silent. I can only hope that this does not increase her price. The caravan has left with our output of pleasure devices, and Dungeonbait remains distracted from social matters by the importance of getting a forge up and running. Jackalincests has finally been able to have her say in the running of the fort, and has been put in charge of all metal, armor and weaponsmithing. It is a big assignment, but hopefully we will have some migrants before long and they will ease the strain. Mighty Ostru, please let at least some of them be sane..		Damn it all. My plan has backfired. While working on the secret room that I commissioned, Jackalclings has stumbled upon Kaolinite. She feels we should inform Dungeonbait, but for now I have persuaded her to keep silent. I can only hope that this does not increase her price. The caravan has left with our output of pleasure devices, and Dungeonbait remains distracted from social matters by the importance of getting a forge up and running. Jackalincests has finally been able to have her say in the running of the fort, and has been put in charge of all metal, armor and weaponsmithing. It is a big assignment, but hopefully we will have some migrants before long and they will ease the strain. Mighty Ostru, please let at least some of them be sane..

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	26th Malachite, 201		26th Malachite, 201

	Migrants! Fresh blood, and lots of it. Today we sighted them, amidst the heat haze; what fool idea was it to build a fort here? In the spring we had storms for weeks, and now the land itself is dry and cracked. Still, our food supplies are plentiful and there has been no sign of dwarves. The migrants themselves are mostly a sorry lot; two fishermen and a third who guts their kills, a woodcrafter and mason. The only one among them who seems halfway worthy of attention is Utes Templeseduce, the Hunter. She seems to view her fellow migrants with the same disdain I do, and had scarcely introduced herself before she disappeared into the hills to hunt for game. Two jobless peasants also arrived, but they were swiftly browbeaten by Dungeonbait and forced into our 'military'. Currently she has set them to training to build their strength, and they are wrestling and grappling with each other in the barracks. She insists on watching them as they claw and yank at each other's clothes. They are doomed I am sure, and I have no doubt she will break them into part of her harem before long.		Migrants! Fresh blood, and lots of it. Today we sighted them, amidst the heat haze; what fool idea was it to build a fort here? In the spring we had storms for weeks, and now the land itself is dry and cracked. Still, our food supplies are plentiful and there has been no sign of dwarves. The migrants themselves are mostly a sorry lot; two fishermen and a third who guts their kills, a woodcrafter and mason. The only one among them who seems halfway worthy of attention is Utes Templeseduce, the Hunter. She seems to view her fellow migrants with the same disdain I do, and had scarcely introduced herself before she disappeared into the hills to hunt for game. Two jobless peasants also arrived, but they were swiftly browbeaten by Dungeonbait and forced into our 'military'. Currently she has set them to training to build their strength, and they are wrestling and grappling with each other in the barracks. She insists on watching them as they claw and yank at each other's clothes. They are doomed I am sure, and I have no doubt she will break them into part of her harem before long.

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	12th Galena, 201		12th Galena, 201

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	Even Ber has been suspiciously quiet of late, although I have noticed her eyeing me worryingly while deep in conversation with the filth-monger, Snamoz. I wonder what they are planning, but so long as I have Atu to protect me, I am no longer so scared.		Even Ber has been suspiciously quiet of late, although I have noticed her eyeing me worryingly while deep in conversation with the filth-monger, Snamoz. I wonder what they are planning, but so long as I have Atu to protect me, I am no longer so scared.

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	3rd Limestone, 201		3rd Limestone, 201

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	It is several hours later as I write this under a tree near the river, and Jackalincests has found me and lent me her cape. She has tried to convince me to go back to the fort with her, but I have refused. Even so, I suppose I will have to go back soon.. I have nowhere else to go. But I still hate them!		It is several hours later as I write this under a tree near the river, and Jackalincests has found me and lent me her cape. She has tried to convince me to go back to the fort with her, but I have refused. Even so, I suppose I will have to go back soon.. I have nowhere else to go. But I still hate them!

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	16th Limestone, 201		16th Limestone, 201

	I should have known better than to hope the others would leave me alone after the acid incident. Their smirks and muttered jokes follow me everywhere, and now I have something even worse to deal with. It appears that Snamoz has taken advantage of my absence to deliver her masterstroke; I returned from my self-imposed exile and, after a quick trip to the clothing stockpile, made haste to my room to lock myself in and hide under the bed. Call me childish if you will, but I still feel the irrepressible urge to run away and hide when I get upset. It's served me well in this hellish place so far and I'm not about to stop now. In any case, I arrived back at my room and opened the door with some trepidation, fully expecting another vat of dignity-destroying acid to plummet onto my head. What greeted me was far worse.		I should have known better than to hope the others would leave me alone after the acid incident. Their smirks and muttered jokes follow me everywhere, and now I have something even worse to deal with. It appears that Snamoz has taken advantage of my absence to deliver her masterstroke; I returned from my self-imposed exile and, after a quick trip to the clothing stockpile, made haste to my room to lock myself in and hide under the bed. Call me childish if you will, but I still feel the irrepressible urge to run away and hide when I get upset. It's served me well in this hellish place so far and I'm not about to stop now. In any case, I arrived back at my room and opened the door with some trepidation, fully expecting another vat of dignity-destroying acid to plummet onto my head. What greeted me was far worse.

	Above my bed, engraved in vivid, masterful detail was a picture of a goblin that I instantly recognized as myself. On the right was another figure which I assumed was supposed to be a kobold. The goblin was kneeling, her rear raised high in the air, and she was caressing a ridiculously oversized lump in the Kobold's pants in the most disturbingly ~~laviscious~~ way. The kobold, for his part, was grinning like a shark and drooling copiously, the saliva dripping down onto the goblin's.. My head.		Above my bed, engraved in vivid, masterful detail was a picture of a goblin that I instantly recognized as myself. On the right was another figure which I assumed was supposed to be a kobold. The goblin was kneeling, her rear raised high in the air, and she was caressing a ridiculously oversized lump in the Kobold's pants in the most disturbingly lascivious way. The kobold, for his part, was grinning like a shark and drooling copiously, the saliva dripping down onto the goblin's.. My head.

	I am hiding under my bed now, partly to avoid the gaze of my fellow settlers and partly because I am too angry to do anything else. Snamoz must pay. I am sure Atu would not stand for this, but she has been absent for a few days now. On top of which, our Hunter has also disappeared recently, and as I know little to nothing about her.. It is only now that I come to think of it that I am filled with dread. If something has happened to Atu, it bodes ill for me to say the least. On top of which.. I think I would actually miss her. This situation needs careful thought.		I am hiding under my bed now, partly to avoid the gaze of my fellow settlers and partly because I am too angry to do anything else. Snamoz must pay. I am sure Atu would not stand for this, but she has been absent for a few days now. On top of which, our Hunter has also disappeared recently, and as I know little to nothing about her.. It is only now that I come to think of it that I am filled with dread. If something has happened to Atu, it bodes ill for me to say the least. On top of which.. I think I would actually miss her. This situation needs careful thought.