Well, in a way.
Year 260, 1st Hematite (Summer)
The very first sight I'm greeted with after a 2-week break from DF:
Mmh, we needed the labor. Oh well, at least it's less mouths to feed. Food is becoming a problem, and there aren't many plants left outside to dig up.
Lavarinth organizes a party. Unfortunately, everyone else is sleeping at the time the party is held. Lavarinth drinks his cold dwarven beer alone, poor guy.
I observe myself while I sleep. However, not 10 seconds passes before something catches my eye:
Well, shit. Not sure if this is good or bad yet, but at least Taeradun will be receiving.
Oh, and while we're on the topic of relationships,
I predict a stupid wave of marriages and children soon. Let's hope this prediction doesn't come true, else we're probably going to have to cut up some horses.
Meanwhile, outside the fortress, elephants stampede across the grasslands!
I order HelpMe (who's currently busy gathering herbs) back inside in case the elephants prove to be aggressive, but they simply meander on towards the top right of the map. Once they reach it, they disappear from view; presumably they walked right off the map.
What the hell just happened? Did I seriously just witness an elephant crossing?
Moghoppers. Lovely. Also shown is Jack, in the process of dropping his left sock on the ground. I haven't a clue why.
The work area containing all the workshops is still littered with stone shit. Unfortunately, due to the lack of migrants (and hence spare labor), it's not going to be cleared up for a long time. Well, at least progress is being made on the bedroom space.
MEANWHILE, DEEP IN THE TUNNELS OF DRAGONPORTAL,
Lavarinth and IskatuMesk continue discovering ridiculous amounts of useless rocks and minerals. There's shitloads and shitloads of tin ore, but no iron, steel, or even copper. Also, what the fuck is up with all the smoke quartz; what are the faggots doing, discovering the same vein over and over?
Jack finally succeeds in removing his left sock (and shoe), where he then proceeds to hurl it on the floor proudly.
His left foot is now bare. Okay.
The wayward merchant ghost rips off Ricky's right foot, in the process spattering the mining tunnel with blood.
Somewhat bemused as to how the fuck an insubstantial spirit can rip off a dwarf's foot, I order the miners to vacate the tunnel and the place to be locked up until the ghost disappears.
Further research reveals that ghosts cannot disappear until their bodies are placed in a coffin. Well, shit. Why does Taeradun always pick the best times to sleep?
Fortunately, the ghost remains inert, hovering over Ricky's foot. Eventually Taeradun wakes up, eats breakfast, and finally prepares a coffin, putting the ghost to rest:
Well. One crisis averted. Unfortunately, I don't think Ricky is going to be active ever again. There's no convenient way to kill him off so he stops using up resources...yet. Alternatively, I can probably just make him a pair of crutches.
Dry season. Oh great, because we totally don't have enough food problems as it is. I hate my life.
Well, I learned what ghosts did today. I've ordered many more coffins to be made to prevent future incidents, but I wonder how much really has changed in DF since I updated. Well, only one way to find out...