Journal of I can't even fucking remember my name, Adequate Appraiser.
Mondul-fucking-Ashdust what a goddamn hangover. Woke up under a table in the Cloud Bar, no idea how I got here. Bunch of dwarves still partying and I do not need that shit right now my head feels like someone tried to staple something to it.
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Wait.
Uh oh.
Note to goons: I will not be using MSpaint again.
Bene Elim wrote :-
End of invasion peaceful? season, beginning of chaos hangover season.
Best. Year. Ever.
Twelve months with no work other than brew, quality test the brew and work out some way of making a fortress-sized barrel of ale. Best days of my life.
Unlike today.
Worst. New-year. Ever.
Onshen H Christ my head! Dwarves aren't even supposed to get hangovers! How much did I drink?
47 barrels. Fourty Seven?! That's almost two years worth of Booze in a single week. No wonder I feel terrible.
Oh shit. Memories... I remember... Pozzo... On a table swinging a keg around... and screaming something about wanting every dwarf in the room other than the brewers dead. Oh gods, I tried to kiss her for that.
That old scar on my arm's opened up again as well. Smells pretty funky, and I don't think it's off-booze. How the hell did that happen. Wait... Minty... Angry... soaking wet...
I tipped a barrel of whiskey over him didn't I? While screaming insults in his face. I'm fucking lucky he was blasted as well. Maybe I should steer clear of him for a while...
Pin the tail on the overseer. That was a good game. Last dwarf to give Pozzo a drink loses, and has to match her drink for drink for the rest of the night.
Poor Mr. Vile. As bad as this morning is for me, I can take some joy in it being worse for him.
OrangeSoda wrote :-
Unknown date. first of what is to be abbreviated as "A.P." for "after party".
This? This is the capital where I am to practice my trade? By Sirab, these uncultured swine barely know how to dress themselves! I am THOROUGHLY disgusted by all the...flesh I can see. Not a single one of these uncouth barbarians seem in a hurry to dress properly!
The drink, however, is grand. I am unsure of what brewing processes they use, but I understand that perhaps to live in such squalid conditions, they must drink heavily to forget their filthy surroundings and peasant lives.
There has been a change in leadership after last nights...gathering. I rather humbly request from this new overseer a modest three-room home beside the trading depot, so that a lady of wealth and class is there to welcome the traders, instead of a shoeless peasant in tattered rags.