Midway through a battle between an Axe Dwarf and a 3-century old gigantic serpent with deadly spit

Axe Dwarf: “My clothes are worn out and it pisses me off”

Lmao

The mayor is locked up in the dungeon for 100+ days because he keeps getting drunk and starting fights and knocking precious items out of their display cases.

A giant cave scorpion was beaten to a pulp by a dwarf with a large gemstone he happened to be carrying around.

My best squad of dwarf soldiers raided a human settlement to retrieve an artifact book. One of them got eaten by a giant bat. 8 got captured. 1 guy returned and is training alone in the barracks, angry while thinking about a time he had to drink from a wine barrel with his cupped hands a decade ago.

A load of crundles ascended the stairs up from the depths and spent a season running terrified around the fort. Most of the dwarfs were apathetic or annoyed by their presence. Several bar fights turned fatal. Spilled wine, puke, blood trails connect the tavern to the hospital. So it goes.

I almost killed myself from the stress of this fucking job. Thank god I didn’t. Good fucking riddance. If I could, I’d be stealing the copper out of the walls when May 1st came around

None of the issues I deal with are unique to my district; nationwide public education foundational rot. Meat grinder ass industry for a salary that necessitates SNAP and high high high health insurance deductibles.

My district is extremely under water financially (can’t stop overpaying architects and building sports enclosures) and they’re going to RIF a ton of people next year and districts always chop art and music first so I know I’m in the crosshairs, regardless of seniority. Thank god I have a parachute.

I’m so bitter. I wasted a decade on a career that actively hated me.