With our excess of vast storehouses, I am stunned to see that there isn't one set to accept only lignite near the smelters. This means our furnace operators are marching hundreds of steps to get each piece of lignite they process, while our haulers sit idle. I build a new stockpile, which rapidly fills.
Our steel supplies have been exhausted temporarily by outfitting our squad. I relieve one smelter from coke duty so the worker can make steel. But our warriors are nearly fully protected now.
I order the traps by the trading depot removed. We need the parts elsewhere, and our front door will not be used for a very long time.
17th Felsite
The army has exited their first danger room session, exhausted, bruised and much better fighters than when they entered. And then I receive a message:
Great, more victims for the goblin horde. Wait, what goblin horde?
They just... left? Before I had a chance to murder them all? ::shakefist::
Well, I will finish my abbatoir entrance anyway. I have a feeling they will be back. And next time, we will be ready to welcome them with open arms.
No, wait, we will open their arms. And legs, and guts, and faces, and skulls.
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