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    January 05, 2021

    Dwarf Fortress Major damage tracking oversight

    Major damage tracking oversight

    Posted: 05 Jan 2021 01:00 AM PST

    I played some DF today (adventurer because I'm too dumb for normal mode), and finally discovered why damage in the game has felt so weird for so long. I was fighting an Axeman and I stabbed him through the heart with my sword, "tearing it apart" and "completely mangling it". To my surprise, the Axeman remained standing, and fought fairly normally for about 7 rounds before collapsing. I did some more combat with various other animals and men to test have come up with three seeming major omissions to the current damage tracking system.

    1. Bodies don't go into shock. When pretty much any living thing takes a grievous injury or wound all at once, unless adrenaline is very on point, the body will go into shock. Right now in the game, it seems that only fainting from pain and total damage is possible.

    2. Bodies can more or less function after injury. I shattered a few of a goblin's vertebrae. He was a little worse for wear, but really, he would have been lucky to be a paraplegic instead of a quadriplegic. Same with being able to walk after 5 full lower body stab wounds.

    3. No blood pressure. This is probably the biggest one. People bleed out, but there doesn't seem to be a concept of blood pressure, or any concept of the circulatory system, other than that the target is full of blood that they don't want to lose. But really, losing blood pressure means that the blood doesn't move which means organs don't cycle blood which means they die, which usually makes you die, if that organ is the brain. In fact right now in the game you can slash someone's throat completely, and they'll live far longer than they should. Losing blood to the brain, by pressure or by the major vessels being cut would pretty much result in unconsciousness in milliseconds and death in probably a few seconds.

    Anyway, sorry for the rant, but I believe this is why combat right now seems like the monty python holy grail black knight fight. So to put this into actionable items:

    Taking a great deal of injury all at once should result in a collapse into shock.

    Definitely spinal injuries, but any major organ, muscle or bone injury should cause some sort of functional issue in movement.

    Major opening up of blood vessels or major heart damage should cause loss of blood pressure, leading to death in an amount of time inversely proportional to how big the artery was (or pretty much instantly quickly if the heart is disabled/destroyed). Denial of blood to the head by loss of pressure or just eliminating most of its connection to the heart should also result in death.

    Thanks, looking forward to the big steam release!

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    The miracle of life in magma.

    Posted: 04 Jan 2021 04:29 PM PST

    Magma movers and noble housing at Daggerpaddle. Mostly unrelated. (~2hrs starting 8pm UTC)

    Posted: 05 Jan 2021 11:52 AM PST

    Starting early with the !FUN! today, i guess

    Posted: 04 Jan 2021 07:20 PM PST

    The Guild of Strangeness - Ep4 [Finale] [Dwarf Fortress Adventure Mode]

    Posted: 04 Jan 2021 11:13 PM PST

    Revenge by Scroll, a Monsterhunter's Adventure

    Posted: 04 Jan 2021 12:55 PM PST

    Before

    I found myself wondering, and not for the first time, how their eyes could be made out of light without creating even a little illumination. I sat before a brazier, filled with a blue fire that would burn with ice if I touched it. The necromancer's eyes smoldered with that same cold fire and we both stared into the flames. He murmured ancient words that mesmerized at the same time they disquieted me. Uncertainty crept around the edges of my thoughts. The flames cast mountainous shadows from the unkempt stacks of ancient books and scrolls. Each piece of vellum and parchment was stained from necromancers pouring over their every word as they tried to expand their understanding of the forbidden knowledge; the secrets of life and death.

    It had cost an unusual fee to even enter the tower; the skull of a recently slain forgotten beast and no small amount of courage. Even an experienced monster-hunter like myself had to fight too hard to slay that beast, to say nothing of approaching a necromancer's tower. The slack and still faces of the two soulless and robed men that greeted me lit with a hungry fire when they heard the beast brains sloshing within its vessel. I eagerly handed it over; and was glad when shambling creations took it away for storage deep within the catacombs beneath the tower.

    And the smell! I thought I had smelled the worst in the depths of Thol Sedur when I hunted the forgotten beast Äs the Angzak in its foul lair. But the stench of the tower, with its twitching and swaying experiments sporting bleeding surgical wounds flanked by less capable undead was unfathomable. My nostrils burned still when a female figure arose in the flames.

    My cheeks were now smeared with tears and I wondered that I could still weep. All I had found of my wife was a spattering of blood on some cold rocks and a bit of her torn dress. I thought I had grown too hard and too cold to sorrow. But there she was, a shadow in the flames.

    "Ask quickly" the necromancer commanded me with his rasp of a voice. I swallowed and tried to part my lips to speak. I couldn't, not at first. This was all so unimaginable. It was surreal that she was gone, and yet somehow this monstrous sorcerer was able to call her back. I steeled myself and spoke.

    "How? How were you slain?" It was but a whisper; all that I could manage.

    And so I had my answer. She vanished before I could tell her how I loved her, how I still love her. Would she have understood? Could she have? I needed to leave as soon as possible. As I stood, the necromancer struck out his hand and grasped my arm with a cold hand, "You may not believe one such as me, but she knows. You were courageous to see us, few ever do." I wrested his arm from mine and began to rush down the stairs.

    "Wait!" He shouted after me, and with surprising speed for a creature of several hundred years was striding next to me. His robes seemed not to shift with his movement. "It should be finished by now."

    Sure enough, a twisted experiment with lifeless hollowed eyes and patch-sewn skin brought forward a scroll. The runes still glowed upon the seal that kept the spotless parchment in a roll.

    "My…children say that the beast brain you brought here was of particular interest. We thought you should have this scroll, as a reminder of what you have sacrificed." Not wanting to stay a moment longer, I snatched the scroll and ran out of the tower. As I fled into the dead forest, I could hear the raspy wheeze of laughter following me.

    Return

    The village surrounding Betan Ögred brought me none of the comfort that it used to. I had once thought the wooden homes sitting on rough, stone foundations were charming. They looked like cages to me now. The bubbling brook may as well have been screaming for all the calm it gave me. The flies in the air were as oppressive as the swampy air, and I thought hollow thoughts. They threatened to overrun me and cause me to doubt my path.

    I took my time approaching the entrance to the fortress. Two massive statues of some dwarven gods flanked the large, dark opening in the side of a hill. Cool, wet air washed over me from the depths and something ignited inside of me. Not that pale blue and false fire of the necromancers. This was the white-hot, iron-burning fire of a magma forge and I was ready.

    Many recognized me and nodded greetings or spoke out. I ignored them and pushed past them all. The stairs to the upper caverns were carved with exceptional skill. My copper padded boots clattered with a determined rhythm as I descended. I had to tuck one hand behind my back to hold my bow in place so it didn't rattle and wear against the walls of the endless stairs.

    Finally, I came to a side passage in the stairwell and followed the roughly cut walls to a ledge. I chased hastily carved stairs down to the caverns. They lay huge before me. Once I would have marveled at the crystalline structures hanging from the ceilings, or the gentle blue-glow of silkworms making constellations on the ceiling. I barely even saw them now.

    I could never forget the path that led to where she was slain. Now that I knew what killed her, I knew where else to look. The caverns narrowed as I charged deeper into the heart of the earth. Slimy things slinked behind rocks and even the sometimes-dangerous, always mischievous gorlaks stayed out of my way. What a grim visage I must have borne to make even them think twice about some cheap fun at my expense.

    The mushroom trees could no longer grow in the ever-slim passageways, and before long I burst out of a passage and found myself looking upon a vast, underground lake. The blue light of the silkworms glowed and reflected in the still water, appearing like a pool of ethereal stars.

    There it was, eyeing me. A cave crocodile, massive as can be, sat at the edge of the water staring at me. It opened its jaw and shot me a look meant to disarm me. It only made me angrier. This coward had hidden in the depths of the cavern, waiting for food to wander by. My wife had been so careful when she collected webs in the depths. But this goblin-shit bastard must have been too fast for her.

    I considered making the croc a pincushion but thought better of it as I drew out the forgotten-beast scroll. Yes, this would do. Maybe it was the poor light, but I could swear the crocodile smiled when it saw me take out the foot-long roll of inscribed parchment. The monstrous reptile couldn't know what I knew: scrolls are artifacts, and artifacts cannot be destroyed.

    I launched at the beast with careless speed. Either I would live to regret pushing myself past my limits or I'd die here in this cave, like my wife before me. The monster lunged and snapped with startling speed, but I was faster. I battered at his jaw and face with the scroll. He was non-plussed, and grew confident, snapping faster, extending his toothy jaws ever closer. I saw my moment and launched every fiber of strength into a swat that squarely shot a tooth straight from his jaw.

    The beast's surprise was palpable. The weight of its body struck the rocks and ground with such force I could feel it reverberating through my body. It redoubled its efforts to lock onto a limb or even a fold of cloth, but I knew with undying certainty that they would never land. I swatted and struck, slashed and swiped at his attacks over and over, each time smashing out a tooth. Blood poured from its mouth. As his head swung left and right, red froth flew forth and coated the ground. I had to correct my footing so as not to trip on the slippery teeth that littered the cavern floor.

    I dislodged every last tooth from that bastard before he fled into the water, leaving a trail of blood and teeth. The scroll was stained, but still as firm and intact as ever.

    "May these caves be as unkind to your impotent bite as you were to my wife" I whispered to the quieting waters. The ripples vanished like the white-hot flame in my heart. Unable to properly hunt, the crocodile would slowly starve and that brought me bitter joy. I gathered every tooth into my pack and headed back towards the keep. I felt almost possessed by the need to create and would need to access a workshop immediately. And my creation would be called Raz Ugog, Toothbane.

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