Baron Commatoes has been elected to pilot the newly dubbed 64Gigabitrobot. The barons tomb to the cockpit so even in death he may still server. Wee also moved 64bitrobot's tomb, so the MECH can use his unused life energy for power.


Zarah uses her martian mesmerization to mold the metal and materials to make a miraculous mechanizes of menace.



Sakzulkir Ikthagnugreth (which has been codenamed "Ares Save the Queen") preforms 500% petter then crossbows made from the same material. We must start field testing this thing ASAP.



It seems that the remnants of the HUNTER military have wonder to close to the fortress.





Getting Fat killed the first three.




Apocadall bagged another one.



And Replex just murdered the last one.




We have been getting reports of a dead body on the left arm of 64Gigabitrobot. Fortunately, it is only Captain_Duck, who, according to his worker profile, was a " A bitter, unlikable loner whose passing shall not be mourned."



Look how the once mighty HUNTERS have been reduced to petty thieves!




Poorly equipped petty thieves.

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And now, with the latest in Communication Tube technology, we take you live to Dr.Charlie72 Zonbasen, Leader of SCIENCE TEAM and de facto Overseer.

"Ladies and Gentledwarves, This past year has been very prosperous to us. We have all but defeated the HUNTERS and our technology is ten cycles ahead of its time."


"In this time, I have become the master off many skills..."


".. And I have the feeling that I have gotten to know ever dwarf here better than I have before"


"But there is one thing that still plagues are fortress. One thing that threatens everything we worked so hard for."


"Even though the HFS are facing a problem we'll, thankful, never face, we can and will not show them any pity. They seek to take our resources..."


"... and have been corrupting our precious Time Zones!"


"I have assembled a crack team of warriors. There mission, to invade the HFS homeland and wipe the HFS from existents and subexistents. It will not be easy; the are well armed and good in number. However, if this cycle has taught me anything, it's that well equipped units can overcome any odds. So, without further adou, DWAVES, GET READY TO UNLEASH HELL!"


"DEATH TO THE HFS! DEATH TO ALL WHO OPPOSE US!"

Tujague wrote :-

1. O Armok, Armok Most Holy, Armok God of Blood
Hold separate in Thy sight the faithful from the heretic
Hold separate in Thy sight those who keep Thy covenant
And let Thy wrath fall on the unbelievers
Because they done dippity did it now
Amen

2. Yea, in times of woe we have prayed in fair zeal
And been delivered in Thy mercy
In times of strife and loss, we have begged for succor
And Thy blessings rained down like elf giblets
When gangsters were illin
You gave us the strength to chillaxe
Seems like a pattern to me, Kemo Sabe
But some men you just can't reach

3. Unclean of mind they came amongst us
With study and not prayer
With thought and not labor
With lies and not beer
Thy word was manifest yet they disregardeth it
Or disregarditated
Disergrade
What I'm getting at is we tried to warn them
But oh, no, Bill Nye's too busy for that jive
Everybody's too smart and sciencey
In Thy will

4. The hands of dwarves formerly good and true
Who once carved images of slaughter and cheese
The mouths of dwarves, formerly puking
Who once sang Thy praises and spake Thy mad dope rhymes
Were led astray, Armok Most Holy
And did bring forth charts and tables instead
And did bring forth words of sperg and evil
About undefined ratio dividend whatever decimals
Graph numbers or something, I don't know
Sounds like Deep Space Nine
Nerds

5. Well take a look around now, smarty pants
The Children of Armok are being slain in their multitudes
Widows where once a wife
Orphan where once a child
Angry spirits where once were heroes
Despair instead of a vague sort of hope
Dwarves is gettin smoked, G
Believe me

6. And now our doom done dippity dawned
For in the swamp hath been forged a mighty evil
An image graven, an edifice tall and profane
Yea, the unworthy have in their own image built a God
And spurn Your Holy Will to worship it in Thy stead
Woe, woe unto the Sons of Armok
Woe to the Screamin' Beakdogs
For now we dwelleth under a giant SMITE HERE sign
First it flasheth S-M-I-T-E H-E-R-E
Second it flasheth SMITE HERE - SMITE HERE - SMITE HERE
And the gates of hell hath been opened
Amen

8. By the Holy Writ of Armok
By the Will of the God of Blood
You dongs are going to pay the piper now
The apocalypse is come for those who seek to crap in Armok's cheerios
The heretic shall see his works pulled down
The unclean shall see his flesh torn by demons
The innocent, yea, will get shanked by elves
And the martyrs will pound tanqueray in the afterlife with 'Pac and Biggie
Word is bond, dwarf
Word is bond

Bene Elim wrote :-

New Year, The Cloud Bar.

Well this sucks.

Damnit Pozzo, why did you have to die? You threw the best parties. I'm stuck here alone now. Just me and a barrel of wine. And four empties. I may as well drink enough to think this is a party.

News of another death broke today. One of the few men of decency in this fortress. His fervor for Mishos was an example for all. I'll miss him.

Oh gods, there's the voice again. Our grand overseer on another of his rants. Sporeimplant this. I am not listening to this babbling fool any longer...