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Captain's Log. 7th of Sandstone.
For some reason we don't have any clothes in this fortress that aren't currently being worn.
This means I have exactly the tatters I am wearing (and in some cases, no longer wearing).
Not. Good. Enough.
I'm half naked and I am forced, FORCED to wander the icy tundra to grab the clothes from the backs of the dead in order to clothe myself.
I have my trusty pickaxe for protection against the antlered menace, but it does little against the cold.