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The Dirgebrain situation:
The epic dining hall is now complete. It contains over 300 statues, 200 tables and 200 chairs, every square inch of it is engraved, and an extremely large grated well is situated in the center of it. Looming over it all (in the vast darkness... it's a 3-z level excavation) is a caged giantess on top of a sterling silver plinth, the unlikely pet of the Dirgebrain proles. A large obsidian castle is being built AROUND the giantess, which I have nicknamed "Bitey", so that the level of elitism can get even sillier.
After four years of sleeping in barracks, the entire population (98) FINALLY has bedrooms, and everyone has a table of their own.
To celebrate the accomplishment of so much desperate accomplishment, "The Marshes of Rivers", an obsidian BED, has been created. The mayor-of-the-week gets to sleep on it as a "privilege".
Now comes the fun of building and training the military, which I've been avoiding the whole time.
The epic dining hall is now complete. It contains over 300 statues, 200 tables and 200 chairs, every square inch of it is engraved, and an extremely large grated well is situated in the center of it. Looming over it all (in the vast darkness... it's a 3-z level excavation) is a caged giantess on top of a sterling silver plinth, the unlikely pet of the Dirgebrain proles. A large obsidian castle is being built AROUND the giantess, which I have nicknamed "Bitey", so that the level of elitism can get even sillier.
After four years of sleeping in barracks, the entire population (98) FINALLY has bedrooms, and everyone has a table of their own.
To celebrate the accomplishment of so much desperate accomplishment, "The Marshes of Rivers", an obsidian BED, has been created. The mayor-of-the-week gets to sleep on it as a "privilege".
Now comes the fun of building and training the military, which I've been avoiding the whole time.