On this day, my first Fortress collapsed and everyone died. I had no active water source and ran out of food, in a rush I built a kitchen and had a dwarf make meals but alas I was already out of my depth, slowly but surely every dwarf succumbed to the inevitable, their pages containing similar narratives; they were numb to the tragedy of death, yet many of them simply wished they had been able to pray to their deities (I hadn't set up a proper altar).

sux 2 b them lul this train doesn't stop for any mortal dwarven fool, its dorf fort baby ya win some ya lose all of it