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- MACHO CRAB SANDY RAVAGE: Gladiator Tournament Pre-Round 1 Promo
- Dwarf Fortress Gladiator Tournament VI - Round 1 Betting!
- A peek behind the curtain. (Starting Sirus Windpaw and her manager)
- Faith, Of A Kind (Dwarf Fortress Gladiator Tournament VI)
- And now, a Special Pre-Fight Promotional from Urist McGladiator the Second!
- Pre-Fight Press Conference for Carlos Pastor the 113th
- Ortinar the Harrower Origin Story
- Too many mechanics in this game?
| Posted: 20 Jul 2021 07:18 AM PDT |
| Posted: 20 Jul 2021 08:59 AM PDT try to play dwarf fortress there is no tutorial i am quite confused [link] [comments] |
| MACHO CRAB SANDY RAVAGE: Gladiator Tournament Pre-Round 1 Promo Posted: 20 Jul 2021 09:31 AM PDT "It's the MACHO CRAB here and this one is goin' out to you Morris, oh yeah. I've seen, you've seen, we've all seen the ice cream and on that pop-si-cle stick is the big joke of the match-up that's about to come-up and its me and you down in that ring going toe to undertow. And maybe you're thinkin' you're ready to face the King Crab with your iron fists and your morningstar but I got news for you Morris there's only room for one star in that ring and that's the MACHO CRAB and I'm no early riser, oh no, cause I'm stayin' up late into the night when all the fans can see the stars shine their brightest, yeah. And if you're doubtin' that the MACHO CRAB has his fans well I got a little somthin' for you Morris. Oh yeah, have I got somethin' for you. And to make sure you understand this little somethin' I'm not just gonna tell it to you, no I'm not. And I hear you can't read, so I'm not even gonna spell it out for you, oh no. What I've got for you is this here sea shell, yeah, this sea shell I picked up just for you, right from the sandy Beach of Blood down in the arena, yeah. And you're gonna take this sea shell and you're gonna put it up to your ear and what you're gonna hear is the sound of the MACHO fans cheering, oh yeah, you're gonna hear the sound of the MACHO fans cheering in the TOP VOTED COMMENTS in the Round 1 Bracket announcement thread! OH YEAH! And those fans are at the top of that thread cause they're cheering for the MACHO CRAB and you know the MACHO CRAB, he's the Sea Foam, yeah. The MACHO CRAB is the Sea Foam, and you know the thing about Sea Foam is that it riiiises to the top. And my fans, they're risin' to the top, cause they can see the motion of the ocean and where the currents flow, and I'm gonna tell you, I'm gonna let you know right now, that what they sea is where I'm gonna be and where I'm gonna be is breakin' through the surface and riding that wave, yeah, cause I've got my eyes on the prize and my claw on the throttle and I'm looking at that Championship title and I'm goin' right for it, oh yeah. I'm going right for that Championship cause I am the Sea Foam and the Sea Foam is me, and the Sea Foam... riiiiiises... to the top, Oh yeah!" [link] [comments] |
| Dwarf Fortress Gladiator Tournament VI - Round 1 Betting! Posted: 19 Jul 2021 01:53 PM PDT Welcome to the Betting Halls of the Arena! Here, you can wager with gold and dignity on the fighters who you believe will go through this round - and perhaps, the next ones as well. Come and enjoy the thrill of gambling with the rest of the participants! Rules:
The Deadline for the First Round is 25th of July, 7 AM GST. Do not miss your shot! Good luck and have fun! [link] [comments] |
| A peek behind the curtain. (Starting Sirus Windpaw and her manager) Posted: 19 Jul 2021 05:23 PM PDT Thafafa was pissed. The last guy he managed at least had the decency to pretend to listen to him after a match. This one actively avoided him! He had spent an hour standing outside the arena before someone bothered to tell him his gladiator slipped out the back door! Luckily, that same person had also told him where she planned on going afterwards. With a heavy boot, he kicked in the door to The Charging Boarman and caught sight of the target of his rage. Sirus Windpaw was sat at the bar, frozen. Around her was a smattering of fans and a bar counter full of empty cups. Apparently she had been using her fans for free drinks. Upon the elf's approach the fans quietly shuffled away. "Who do you think you are?!" The elf's whisper was harsh enough for Sirus's ears to fall flat against her head. After they perked back up, she raised her flagon and drunkenly shouted. #"I'm Sirus Windpaw! Battle Royal Victor! Slayer of Tony the Tiger Man! And… the future tournament champion!" As the words left her mouth the tavern erupted with a cheer, which was silenced when Thafafa fixed them with a glare. "No, you're an arrogant idiot. You think I didn't see your fight against tony? You think no one noticed how you ran like a coward the moment you opponent growled at you?" Sirus scoffed. "I was simply looking for an opening." "Strange way to do that." He lowered voice"Especially, when your tail is puffed up like a frightened kitten." If cheetahs could blush, Sirus would've been beet red. "So what, I won didn't I?" "You almost didn't. We both know that hit to Tony's skull was pure luck. You could barely hold your sword straight." Thafafa sighed. "Do you remember the last guy I managed?" "Yeah, that guy with the gimmick. What was it? Wild man? Immortal man?" "Yeah, the Caveman. Know what killed him?" "Didn't a bird stab him in the face?" "Yes, but he was dead before that, because he got cocky. The moment he thought he was better than his opponent he lost. I wanna make sure you don't go out like him." "I'll be fine. He wasn't nearly as good as I am." "But he never ran from a fight." Sirus looked away. "Once you sober up we're gonna study your opponent, that way you have nothing to be sacred of. Got it?" She nodded. "Good. Now enjoy your victory. The next one will be even sweeter." With that, Thafafa hopped onto the bar and fixed the taverns patrons with a grin. "Next drinks are on me!"[link] [comments] |
| Faith, Of A Kind (Dwarf Fortress Gladiator Tournament VI) Posted: 19 Jul 2021 07:20 PM PDT "A kobold?" 'A kobold.' "This will be easy then." 'Well...' The pair sat by the fire, a palpable tension permeating the air. The scorpionman Krat had gone into town to check the brackets, but had only just now mustered the courage to return to Garl and report what he had seen. He had the utmost faith in his friend of course, he wouldn't have stuck by his side for this long if he hadn't, but in truth the diminutive reptile had frightened him when he spied on her training. She was quick, more than capable of running circles against her hulking, unprotected opponent. He took a glance at his leonine companion, and felt his heart sink. He could see the resignation in Garl's eyes, in his posture. The knowledge that if Krat, his only friend, expressed doubt as to his chances then... "They're still wrong you know, no matter what happens." Krat muttered. A twitch in the lion man's ear told him that he had heard, but Garl gave no other response. "You didn't... you couldn't have..." his voice trailed off again as Garl rose from his position near the fire and padded over to the bed of leaves he slept on, not even mustering the energy to rise to his full height while doing so. He turned at the last moment, and lifted a small pouch of gold from a pile of supplies. "Place it on the worthy," he rumbled, "perhaps at least you can gain something from my failure." Krat stared for a few moments more, hurt by just how far his friend had fallen since his days of glory and hoped, more than anything, that this was not to be his legacy. [link] [comments] |
| And now, a Special Pre-Fight Promotional from Urist McGladiator the Second! Posted: 19 Jul 2021 03:32 PM PDT "I swear to god if you turned the camera on already I'm gonna freak out. You did this to my dad too, don't... Ah son of a bitch... "Ladies, Gentlemen, all those who lie between, I hope you're ready for a true Saturday-night cage match, because the Tournament runners have seen fit to pair me off against one of the more, robust, of the combatants who entered this year. "Jonathon Porklington is one of the many stout pig-boys who threw their hats into the ring and if I have anything to say about it they'll be the first eliminated. Nobody's going to stand in my way to the top, not pig nor cockroach, and especially no stinkin' elves, though I don't foresee that being so much a problem as in the past, all those pansy asses seem to have been scared off this year. "Porklington doesn't stand a chance folks, he's the first notch on my warhammer on my way to the top and when I tell you I'm not worried, you'd better believe it. Porklington might be one of the most competent entrants that I've seen, but they've got no D-Fence you see? I've just gotta go in on 'em hard and fast to beat them, and if you know me you know I'm as fast as I am hard. Oh yeah. "John might think he's all that, but at the end of this fight he'll be nothing but a bag of chips, I'll be having pork rinds and bacon every day for the next week after the fight, no ifs and no ands, just tenderized pork butts as far as the eye can see. "Grab your popcorn and dust off your McGladiator fan gear, cuz I'm here and I'm bound to win. "Head on down and place your bets folks, and make sure you spell my name right on the ticket." [link] [comments] |
| Pre-Fight Press Conference for Carlos Pastor the 113th Posted: 19 Jul 2021 04:00 PM PDT "Hola, People of the colosseum, today I'm here to talk about my fight with Nobody which I am excited for." "Nobody may try to harm me, and I will in turn try to harm Nobody, and although Nobody is a stepping stone on my path to glory! I hope that we can maintain a sportsmanlike environment. I believe that in the end Nobody will be a challenging competitor, and Nobody is a great fighter like me. Nobody will walk into that arena and I hope the Nobody is ready to fight me in an honorable fight but I am not concerned. For I believe Nobody is as honorable as I am." "I would also like to dedicate a bit of this meeting to the questions that many have posed about my past and my family." "First off, to know me you first have to know about my great family line of knife fighters. Starting with Carlos Pastor the 1st, was the first Knife fighter of the Pastor Family of whom my Father, and my Father's Father, and his Father's Father is named for. He was a Roach man of great renown, having single handedly fought off a horde of raging minotaurs as they rushed to ransack my ancestral home. He stood back against the wall as they rushed forward to take his life. Though he died in the end, it was not before the rest of my family could escape and taking three of them down with this very knife! *Carlos brandishes his steel knife* A treasured heirloom that I plan to bring with me to the very end!" "And thus started the proud tradition of knife fighting within my family, passed down all throughout the generations. The most effective methods of slashing, our nimblest footwork, and our impressive parries. My father and my dearest mother were also roaches of the knife, having fought on the field of battle they turned those feelings to love. My beloved mother, the strongest of her brood, is the one who taught me and my 254 brothers and sisters the way of the knife. She is now in her twilight years, here to watch me here today fight for the honor of our family. I am the 54th of my family here to fight in a glorious competition with the family knife. I hope to finally be the one to bring home glory in my fight with Nobody and further on, when I win the Tournament!" "And lastly, I would like to send a message to my beloved Alma Narvaez, for you I shall gladly fight Nobody! Defeating Nobody will show exactly how dedicated I am to you, and our love. Bruno Bruno is nothing but a cheat and a scoundrel and is undeserving of your love. We both shall continue to show acts to prove ourselves to you, but he is a coward who didn't have the nerve to show his face here in this arena. My love for you is as deep as the ocean and nobody can take that away from me! …wait a minute." [link] [comments] |
| Ortinar the Harrower Origin Story Posted: 19 Jul 2021 05:19 PM PDT A frigid wind blows over the Ice of Echoes. This is Cogzenon, Bootviper, the northernmost settlement in the whole world. Or rather, it was. The small fortress had 13 dwarves in it - 7 when it was founded, and only a single migrant wave of 6 ever made it this far. 13 Dwarves. The number may have sealed our fate. Our troubles began when we spotted a massive wave of goblins far to our east, headed south. It was my job to track them until they get past our borders. Easy enough. They seemed focused on heading southward... Perhaps this tribe migrates? I remember deciding to trace back their steps and see if there was a settlement nearby. I found... something, though I'm not sure what. There were numerous stone icosahedrons, of various sizes and rotations, half-buried in the ice. These things were perfect in shape and proportion. Only the very tops them, far above the icy-ground, showed any manner of erosion, and they showed a lot of it. They ranged in size from goblin to a standard embark zone in diameter. What I didn't find, however, was any evidence of campfires. I eventually found a crude, clearly goblin-made, tunnel in the ice between two of the structures. A gust of warm breeze came from within, beckoning me with it's inviting moisture and respite from the wind. All of my training and experience told me that this is the home of a fire-breather. I decided to report back to base before going inside, but my body did not agree. Something happened to my mind, and I repeated my decision to report back to base. My thoughts looped again, jarring my memory and senses right out of my body - I felt the repeated memory of my decision, over and over again, as though the thought was cycling in my head against my control. And suddenly, it was over. I didn't have any thoughts for a moment, and then my senses returned to me. I was deep underground, holding a torch that I had not brought with me. I had my hammer and chisel in one hand, and I had just finished cutting a perfect cube out of the ice wall. Inside this opaque chunk was some sort of frozen beasty, a small tentacled thing the size of my fist. After what happened to me earlier, I think to myself, then I should definitely not bring this thing back to the fort. And then I thought it over, and over, and over, completely out of control of my brain and body. I felt my body wracked, as though hit by something. My head, my ribs, my right knee, and the middle of my back. Then, my senses came back, just like before. I'm in the distillery, locked, alone, and without my axes. My body is covered in bruises, and somebody else's blood. The door is locked. I heard a scream from the other side of the door. It is - was - Od Razrakust, our stonecrafter. Two voices sound like they're coming down the tunnel towards my door. It's Eb and Timab. I hear Timab say, "It's either Unod and All the weapons in the armory, or Ortinar without weapons. Unod is going to kill us now, I choose Ortinar." Then the door opened. I blurted out "I've me wits about me, come on," and motioned them in. I saw Unod Vudniskan, with every weapon in the fort strapped on his back, save the warhammer he wielded. He said firmly and repeatedly, "I think." "I think. I think. I think," he made eye contact with me from down the hall, and I was stunned to discover that Unod's eyes have no pupils. "What happened after I left to find the goblins?" I asked them, holding the door shut. Eb and Timab give eachother a confused look and Timab says, "We were hoping you would tell us. After you were gone for three days, we sent Gakit and Urist to look for you, and they never came back. We didn't want to send any more people, so we accepted you were lost." "Wait," I say, "How long was I out on the ice?" "A week and a day. And when you come back, you looked just like Unod out there - no pupils. You never said a word to anyone, just-" I cut him off, "When I came back, did I come back with anything? Something I found in the ice?" Eb shakes a little and says, "You had a young beakdog. As soon as no one was looking, it disappeared, and we haven't seen it since." "And then what happened?" I motion for Eb to continue. "Then, we started finding people dead in their beds from axe wounds. First Kibosh, and then Fenglel. When the expedition leader came to check your axes, you killed him and then went on a killing spree around the fortress." "Oh, Armok forgive me," I muttered under my breath. "A group of us finally knocked the axes out of your hands, and locked you in here. We sealed the outer door of the fort, and Unod collected all the weapons... And then his eyes went bright, and he started saying that over and over again, and he went on a killing spree, too." Timab re-joined the conversation by demanding, "I need everything you know, now." I tell him my entire memory line, starting with the goblins, up til the present. "It's the thing in the ice," I say, to agreeing nods, "but there's no way to find it, if it can be a tentacled block of ice, or a young beakdog, it could be anything." "So we don't find it. Let's just escape!" Eb offers. "Nah, nah, nah," I say, "Can you imagine if that thing gets to the mountainhome?" I ask, to the dawning horror of my fellow survivors. "We have to end this here," Agrees Timab, "No matter the cost." I look around. There are enough barrel of whiskey to last the three for a year, or just enough to put a torch to the entire fort. "Everybody, grab a barrel. Keep the barrel between you and Unod, and let Unod bash it open. We need to get the whiskey in every room, from the deep tunnels to the meeting hall, and get them all at once. We'll have to time it carefully, to get out of the front door after hitting the lever to seal it." With a nod, we split up to douse the fort in whiskey. I didn't see Unod until I got to the rendezvous point - he stood there, over the corpses of Eb and Timab, muttering softly to himself. He advanced on me, and I blocked his warhammer with the to of my whiskey barrel. It broke the lid right off, so I splashed all of the remaining liquid on him, and brought the barrel over his head so hard that bottom knocked out of it. Unod was bound within the barrel, so I grabbed one of my axes from his back holster and kicked him so hard he fell and rolled. I light the torch, and drop it to the whiskey. There is no making it to the lever. Not for Unod. Not for me. The barrel stopped rolling when it hit a wall and smashed open. Unod stumbled to his feet as I sat down on the fortress steps, my back to the sealed gate. When he looks at me, I see his pupils clearly. Smoke starts to pour in from the lower levels. "Ortinar, I see your eyes," He called out, "Ye've yer wits about ye?" "Aye," I respond, "And ye?" "Aye," said he. "Ye burnin' the fort?" "Aye," said I, "I found something in the ice. I brought it back to the fort against my will. Looks like it made you do things against your will, too." "Yer destroyin' the fort to save the mountainhome," Unod said as he sat down beside me, "A more Dwarfly decision there never was." I think I passed out from the smoke, but I awoke when I fell backwards into the fresh clean air. I saw Gakit and Urist, clear as day, with a squad of ten soldiers from the mountainhome. "Ortinar! Unod! Thank god I got here in time! What happened?" Gakit said. I try to speak but the smoke has taken my voice. I find it hard to breathe, and I close my eyes. Gakit stands aside as the doctor checks Ortinar's pulse. "Is he going to be okay?" He asks Urist. The doctor looks unsure and says, "Lets just wait here a while, and see what happens." [link] [comments] |
| Too many mechanics in this game? Posted: 19 Jul 2021 05:54 AM PDT So the advantage of having lots of mechanics (and a sandbox) is that you get emergent gameplay. However, it adds to the complexity of the game, including the computational complexity. I'm curious as to whether some of these mechanics are too much. To me, a mechanic is good when it's understood (perhaps a factor in elegance, which has been defined as depth:complexity) and adds to the user experience. As an example, I had a dwarf get into an argument and it affected his mood, and I was thinking to myself that even if it were possible to keep him from people that he argued with, is it gameable? Is it fun, is it useful, does it add to the game, etc. I acknowledge that looking back at a tantruming dwarf's history is pretty awesome, though. There's also the idea that maybe this is a mechanic that needs another mechanic to connect to in a game under development, etc. Anyways, please feel free to give some feedback on this idea. I've been playing DF for quite some time but never at the expert level. [link] [comments] |
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