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True Things (Which are True)
Sep. 2nd, 2011 08:21 amOctopodes (or octopuses, but never octopi) are geniuses. They are nearly impossible for aquariums to keep because they can slip through even a tiny hole, and the bored quite easily, and they will go looking for entertainment. Of course, this isn't news. We knew about the amazing mimic octopus and the coconut-carrying habits of various pelagic octopodes for some time. What is new, at least to me, is that they live a maximum of two years. Most live even less, seeing as they are a major food of things like common dolphins and seals. And since they die after making babies (their reproductive strategy is the one where they make thousands of babies and hope that some survive) they don't even have any learned knowledge passed down by their now-dead parents. That's right, they are born with it.
Which is . . . kind of terrifying, really. Thank goodness they only live a couple of years.
D0rfs are stupid. For example:
One of my axedwarves kept claiming food. It was just sitting there rotting, but I didn't seem to be able to unassign it to him. I finally figured out that, per his military orders, he kept trying to carry two food around with him. The problem? He had no backpack. Rather than just ignore the order, he'd claim a piece of food, go pick it up, realize he had nowhere to store it, drop it, and move on to the next food. He managed to get to about 3/4 of the food in the fortress before I figured it out and told his squad not to carry food. What an idiot.
My duke keeps mandating that I make chains, because apparently he is some kind of masochist. I keep ignoring him, because he also keeps mandating that I can't sell them, so I'd just have mounds of chains all over the place. Also, my map is scare with the metals. But it doesn't upset him because there's a vein of silver going through his bedroom, and a different one through his office, so he walks around in a permanently ecstatic daze. What an idiot.
One of the cats died. This cat was a pet, so as I made a coffin, built it in the owner's tomb, and assigned it to the cat. The dwarves instead put the cat into the garbage heap. Fortunately, the owner was the previously mentioned permanently ecstatic duke, and apparently rotting pets don't hold a candle to silver-vein bedrooms. What idiots.
I bought a tigerman off the pointy-eared gits. Tigermen, I have heard, can become mayors, and that sounded good because tigermen are still pets and therefore can't make stupid room demands or inane mandates. Instead, the dwarves elected the soaper. What idiots!
Thus, my next plan is an octopus mayor. It's the only thing, at this point, that will help!
Which is . . . kind of terrifying, really. Thank goodness they only live a couple of years.
D0rfs are stupid. For example:
One of my axedwarves kept claiming food. It was just sitting there rotting, but I didn't seem to be able to unassign it to him. I finally figured out that, per his military orders, he kept trying to carry two food around with him. The problem? He had no backpack. Rather than just ignore the order, he'd claim a piece of food, go pick it up, realize he had nowhere to store it, drop it, and move on to the next food. He managed to get to about 3/4 of the food in the fortress before I figured it out and told his squad not to carry food. What an idiot.
My duke keeps mandating that I make chains, because apparently he is some kind of masochist. I keep ignoring him, because he also keeps mandating that I can't sell them, so I'd just have mounds of chains all over the place. Also, my map is scare with the metals. But it doesn't upset him because there's a vein of silver going through his bedroom, and a different one through his office, so he walks around in a permanently ecstatic daze. What an idiot.
One of the cats died. This cat was a pet, so as I made a coffin, built it in the owner's tomb, and assigned it to the cat. The dwarves instead put the cat into the garbage heap. Fortunately, the owner was the previously mentioned permanently ecstatic duke, and apparently rotting pets don't hold a candle to silver-vein bedrooms. What idiots.
I bought a tigerman off the pointy-eared gits. Tigermen, I have heard, can become mayors, and that sounded good because tigermen are still pets and therefore can't make stupid room demands or inane mandates. Instead, the dwarves elected the soaper. What idiots!
Thus, my next plan is an octopus mayor. It's the only thing, at this point, that will help!
