“RIGHT, IS THAT EVERYBODY IN? TURN THE WATER ON. GET SCRUBBING”
“You all scrubbing? You brain-dead goddamn vomit fountains had better be giving yourselves a good goddamn scrub or I’ll be beating you to death”
fucking hell this water is hot
I think it’s making the smell even worse
oh well
eat shit and die, Nolio
“Ok, I think we’re done here. If you’re clean then you can leave!”
Actually do you know what it was all worth it to see the sight of a depressed mass of drenched grumpy bastards sloshing their way back underground
You’ll thank me when you quit vomiting you bastards
Man that one looks especially pissed off
”Hey, you. Whats the deal with the tears of rage”
“I’m just so GRAARARHGHGR. Ahem. So MAD. I just yelled at the mayor and she isn’t doing SHIT about my problems”
Ok I’m not that drunk today and I am sure I have not been yelled at
apart from the general all round cursing coming from the bath of course
“What the hell are you talking about, I don’t even know who you are”
“Well I don’t care, you’re not the mayor”
what the fuck
Hey fuck you Boing don’t make me tell you again
If she pulls this stunt again I’m going to have to launch her from something
“Look, Boing’s not the Mayor, I’m the mayor. What can I help you with?”
“Really? Well the main thing thats pissing me off is how long I’ve been –“
“SHUT UP”
“But you just sai-“
“FUCK YOU. GO AWAY.”
Fuck that noise. Boing can take the whiny dwarves, I’ll take the gems
And the booze
And you know what now that bath time is over I think its time to get me some booze
Before I do I should double check the hospital, make sure its clear of Nolio
don’t want some insane naked baby starting the whole vomiting fiasco back up again
also make sure its not still underwater
Yes
This is much better covered in mud
Right time for that dri-
“POZZO!!”
“FUCK. Shut up. Not so goddamn loud. What?”
“There’s some people at the door!”
“FUUUUCK right off. Fine. Tell them to go and have a bath.”
no goddamn need to yell everything
“POZZZZOZOZOZOZOZOZOOOOOO”
“FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK”
“M.C.P. just came out of the workshop!”
“I don’t fucking care. Whatever it is, put it in my office. Offices. Just put it somewhere. The bar or something”
Hey that reminds me I wonder how my Bar is coming along
Umm is that hole meant to be there
...Is that somebody’s tomb?
FUCK
Ok that’ll need to be patched up for when Commatoes wakes up from his nap
his long long bucket induced nap
Where’s Markus he can design a fancy gold wall patch or something
And then I can have that drink
Know what I’m hungry too
Whats the freshest thing on the menu
Tapeworm brains it is
Tapeworms brains and fungus wine, Gemclod’s Speciality
Actually, Markus should join me, he always looks like he could use a drink
I think its the pallid and sickly complexion that does it
Yes I think it’s the sight of his festering arm flesh that makes me want to fill him up with drink
Or maybe just drink myself in to oblivion so I don’t have to put up with the sight of it anymore
Anyway who wouldn’t want to go on a bender with such a deliriously happy individual
WHY THANK YOU I’M GLAD SOMEBODY LIKED THE BATH
So polite
Such a friendly little roly poly dwarf
...Yeah lets get pissed
“SOMEBODY GET ME MARKUS! IT’S AN URGENCY. i mean...wait. AN EMERGENCY. ITS AN EMERGENCY”
“I’m here! What?! What is it?! What’s wrong?”
“MARKUS
THERE YOU ARE
...
....BOOOOOOOOZZZEEEEE”
King Crab wrote :-
The diary JOURNAL of King Crab Helmmatched
Ah! Here we are! Glorious Gemclod! It does look a lot different to the pamphlet but I'm willing to let it slide, inner beauty an' all that.
I sure hope my Beloved Adus is impressed, I did fail to tell her that we spent our last remaining dwarfbux getting here. I think that ~~Our Love~~ is strong enough to withstand such an onslaught, should she ever discover.
Word travelled fast that Gemclod was in need of professional Clothier services and I feel that CRABADUS CLOTHING was the ONLY suitable choice. Why, I have my own decidedly FANTASTIC design for a range of clothes that I thought would suit this fort full of warriors. Something that speaks to their BEATING, FIGHTING HEARTS.
Something like...
Yes... Maybe we can make some money out of this place, enough to give little dreamy a real future...
Adus wrote :-
2nd Malachite, 269
A right long fokkin' trip this has been. Carryin' babeh dreamy wit' me tha whole way! And t'where? Gemclod? They're surrounded by malicious ones, so I hear! This is no place fer bebeh dreamy.
But it was Mister Crab's decision. I'll let 'im take tha blame fer any harm that come ta us. Be calm, bebeh. We'll be at our new home soon 'nough.
...Am I seein' this right? Is this damn place inna swamp?
Good fokkin' call, King Crab. Won't be lettin' ya forget this one...
No matter. I'll stay calm fer now. Mebbe it has... inner beauty.
...
Why in Mondul's name does it smell like ripe arse and vomit in 'ere?! And the dwarf greetin' us has the nerve ta tell us migrants ta take a bath?! Nooo way. Not until after I get somethin' ta eat. Been starvin' this whole time. 'Aven't 'ad a good Dwarven wine in a week! Babeh dreamy is still growin', too. Needs his strength and wits about 'im ta be a good clothier like his parents...
Like me, at least...
So then, what do they 'ave on the menu? A good hagfish, I pray?
.....
HYYYYAAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Pozzo wrote :-
Summer Migration Wave, 269
update on the way
Adus:
Donkringel:
dreamy:
(The rest of the profile page glitched out for some reason but honestly who cares you're just a child. You're naked and deconstruct walls for the next 12 years)
Eiba:
Flat Banana:
Iceclaw:
King Crab:
Wiegieman:
Zore: