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Hyperdimension Dwarf Fortress Quest 77

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You are Urist Twelfthbay, and you are a short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry. You're pretty much the moe personification of Dwarf Fortress, with all the baggage that accompanies that horrific little title: you can bend reality's elbow behind its back, in exchange for being glitchy and prone to intricately simulated injuries.

Lately, you feel like you've constantly been on the verge of a particularly destructive tantrum, because you never signed up for all this insane potentially-world-ending-events bullshit and you're at your wits' end.

Seriously, the return of the dark goddess Arfoire would've been bad enough on its own. Same with accidentally getting banished to the hyperdimensional void, along with an uncertain number of other nation-less adventurers and/or personifications. And there was that time you accidentally swapped bodies with a divine being, which really scrapes the bottom of the fucking barrel when it comes to digging out depraved plot hooks.

ALL of that happened pretty much in sequence, and now, you're staring at the unnaturally powered-up form of CPU Black Heart. She's being puppeted by a fake Histoire, and they all want nothing more than to grab a great big fistful of your entrails and decorate their houses with 'em.

If Gamindustri was a dwarven fortress, this situation would be like... if its only manager/bookkeeper/broker suddenly turns out to be a demon, which immediately proceeds to transform a load-bearing noble into a megabeast that you can't kill because the entire fucking fortress would devolve into the sort of tantrum spiral that atom smashes its weapon lords, floods the surface world with magma, and deconstructs every piece of furniture in sight.