Falling off the Wagon

[Bob the Hamster]

I have been Dwarf-fortress-clean for almost a year now.

Last night, I dreamed that I was a dwarf mason, and I was working on a vertical stair tunnel along the edge of a chasm with a subterranean lake at the bottom. I had a son who had not yet specified a job class. After work, before returning to my room, I spent some time with him by the shore, trying to see what job he might be best at. He like the water, so fisherman seemed an obvious choice. I also talked to him about the stone walls of the chasm. He showed interest, but I didn't want to push him into masonry just because that was my own profession. I also showed him some vegetation that was (strangely) growing indoors, and suggested a dwarf he might want to talk to for mentoring should he consider going into herbalism.

I am telling you all this in the hopes that by venting some dwarf-steam, I might be able to avoid starting playing again.

I really don't have the time for that.

[TwirlySocrates]

Don't do it!
ASCII is bad for your eyes!
Midgets are bad for your height!

Do anything!

Write a comic book!


Learn to use Blender!


ANYTHING!

For some reason, whenever I draw dwarves for D&D, they're clean shaven ... and pirates. Dwarves make awesome pirates.

[Skullduggery Studios]

Dwarves...? Pirates...? I thought dwarves were six-foot tall members of the Ankh-Morpork Night Watch. Oh, wait. That's one dwarf. Adopted. Nevermind.

That 3D model looks like an older version of somebody I know. Minus his eyebrows, but pretty dang close.