I made some ... miscalculations. We're actually halfway through my year, and I will be delivering Autumn in one segment rather than two. So let's take a look.

After things had settled down in Spoonproblems, the dwarves began resuming their daily activities (being idle, mostly) and expanding their prosperous kingdom. By having parties. And ogling the elven traders. Once I made some trades, the human caravan which had saved us from goblin annihilation set off to the next stop on their journey. May they survive only slightly shorter than us.

So Shion finally kicked the bucket. She died berserk, insane, starving and dehydrated.



And then I read something bizarre. Just to clarify, it was GXIII and Yeargdribble that died. I don't know why I wrote EE at the end, but I think it was because he got injured.



I wondered if his upper body has literally been severed from his legs, but then I realised that Doctor Quin does smurf all so I wouldn't be surprised if he signed that off as a 'minor disability.' He's also slow to heal apparently so best of luck with that, EE.

Meanwhile MILF and Iceglow get back to being frisky.



Leader of Mortals, clearly jelly, tried to emulate them by sleeping with his cat. This picture is also an accurate snapshot of Psychotic's hard work. None. He does nothing. More humorously, he has become romantically involved with Quin which means that the two most qualified and important dwarves, the leader and the surgeon, have fallen in love, attracted to each other by their extreme laziness.

As you can tell, Autumn has been a very friendly and domestic time for the Dwarves. No fighting or construction. Mostly because I can't do either of those, and the dwarves exploit that quality within me. Shlupquack (who emigrated as Kaycee's child) threw another party. It wasn't all bad though, and this screenshot of it amused me because poor Supermillionaire shows up and it looks like the door



Is not gonna be letting him in. When ff babe is invited to a party and you're not, consider volunteering for the next mining-suicide mission.

And then it started raining again. Pretty badly, too. Luckily there were no floods in our fortress this time, and doctor Quin might have spent some time in his infirmary as he wouldn't want to get his dwarven perm wet. Psy sold twenty of our dwarves into slavery to buy him that. Some of our more irresponsible dwarves thought it would be clever to hang around deep rivers for days.



I don't even care if they die.

Now, if anybody is wondering what my Autumn contribution to our grand fortress is, then I may have a little surprise for you. I looked at our dwarven needs and identified four key issues.

A) Severe lack of defence.
B) Mass overcrowding
C) Lack of resources.
D) Not enough colourful roads.

Well ladies and gentleman, one of these will be a problem no longer.



It's okay, you can thank me later.

But yes, generally Autumn was quiet, short and peaceful. On the last month, snow began falling again.



The wall? I just need a gate and it's finished. I was making the Kassam stadium. Geddit? Oh, Oxford humour. Never mind.

And so Winter began. The DD administration was about to come to an end with just one more season left. And if Autumn is anything to go by, it will be a peaceful departure.

If only...

Welcome to the Winter of our discontent.