Sad dream.

Something terrible has happened to the Heir of Light, and s/he moves around the world in a fog. S/he dies frequently, unable or unwilling to care for hirself, and each time s/he "inherits" the luck of another person, returning to life in that person's body and wandering away with it alone.

An inheritance is something you get when you die, right? That sounds right to the Heir.

This has been going on for a long time. One day s/he finds hirself looking at a newspaper and astonished by the "2013" date - wasn't it 1952? Or 1977? Something like that. S/he becomes conscious for the first time that s/he does not know when s/he is.

S/he encounters a mirror and is surprised again. Shouldn't s/he be much older than this? S/he knows that this is not hir body, but s/he doesn't remember the right one.

Hir past is clogged with the present; s/he remembers the internet in the sixties. Sometime not too long ago s/he was in India during Emergency, so how did s/he get to the United States? S/he thinks it must be the world that's confused. Hir own memories are so clear.

Llamas must be *indestructible.*

Page 20 of a recent Dwarf Fortress combat log:

* The Brush Titan punches The militia commander in the head with its left hand, but the attack is deflected by The militia commander's (llama wool hood)!
* The Brush Titan kicks The militia commander in the head with its left foot, but the attack is deflected by The militia commander's (llama wool hood)!
* The Brush Titan shoots out thick strands of webbing!
* The Brush Titan kicks The militia commander in the head with its left foot, but the attack is deflected by The militia commander's (llama wool hood)!
* The Brush Titan kicks The militia commander in the head with its right foot, but the attack is deflected by The militia commander's (llama wool hood)!
* The Brush Titan shoots out thick strands of webbing!
* The Brush Titan kicks The militia commander in the head with its left foot, but the attack is deflected by The militia commander's (llama wool hood)!
* The Brush Titan kicks The militia commander in the head with its right foot, but the attack is deflected by The militia commander's (llama wool hood)!
* The Brush Titan shoots out thick strands of webbing!
* The Brush Titan kicks The militia commander in the head with its right foot, but the attack is deflected by The militia commander's (llama wool hood)!
* The Brush Titan kicks The militia commander in the head with its left foot, but the attack is deflected by The militia commander's (llama wool hood)!
* The Brush Titan shoots out thick strands of webbing!
* The Brush Titan kicks The militia commander in the head with its left foot, but the attack is deflected by The militia commander's (llama wool hood)!

The first nineteen pages are basically the same. The commander's not fighting back because she got stuck in a spiderweb. Why can't the titan kill the dwarf who's stuck in a spiderweb? Well, obviously it is because she is wearing a hood.

After about a month of watching this thing Cossack dance uselessly at the commander's head, stubbornly refusing to take a break to patronize my beautiful recently-cleaned trap corridor, I sent out the rest of the soldiers to shoot it down. I was concerned that the commander might starve to death.

Combat in Dwarf Fortress is kind of stupid, is what I'm saying here.