Dave, a Eulogy
(Adapted from The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service)
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the dwarves who moil for gold;
The Mountain trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Southern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night at the foot of Mount Stay Put
When I made a Dave fricassee.
Now Dave, you see, was from Ithral'i, where the wind she warmly blows.
Why he left his home in the temple to roam round the tundra, Dave only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though hed often say in his homely way that hed sooner live in hell.
On a gloomy day we were mushing our way down the Barnaxus trail.
Talk of the gas! that Dave would pass, it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our nostrils wed close, then our nose hairs froze till sometimes we couldnt tell;
It wasnt much fun, but Dave was the one to always complain of the smell.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the golems were fed, and the stars oerhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and Stoney, says he, Ill cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, Im asking that you wont refuse my last request.
Well, he seemed so low that I couldnt say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
Its the cursed cold, and its got right hold till Im chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet taint being deadits my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, youll cremate my last remains.
A high priest's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Ithral'i;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Dave, the Holy See.
There wasnt a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldnt get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and its up to you to cremate those last remains.
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snowsO Gods! how I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the golems were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And Id often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the foot of Mount Stay Put, and a derelict cabin lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice a sign said Dwarvs Go Away.
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at the frozen friar;
Then Here, said I, with a sudden cry, is where I will build my pyre.
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the furnace fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared and the furnace roaredthough the worksmanship was shoddy;
Then I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Dave's whole body.
Then I made a hike, for I didnt like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the undead howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I dont know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: Ill just take a peep inside.
I guess hes cooked, and its time I looked; . . . then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Dave, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: Please close that door.
Its fine in here, but I greatly fear youll let in the cold and storm
Since I left my perch, with the holy church, its the first time Ive been warm.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Mountain trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Southern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest over which Dwarves still rave
Was that night on the foot of Mount Stay Put
I cremated beloved Dave.
Fin
Okay, so I really have a hard time following all the sh*t they stuffed into FFH, so I'm really just here for the color commentary. I played up to the first major decision and quit.
On turn one, some tech came in and I chose Smelting for the role-playing. Plus, it reveals iron and we have to quary something, right? But, browsing the list, I see Message From The Deep.
That sounds fu**ing AWESOME! What is it and how the hell can it be something you research? Anyhow, so back to smelting, I didn't realize until I looked at the screenshots, that I never asked whatsisname to research it.
Sorry. Anyhow, I sent our kick-ass uberhulk over the mountain to eat a wolf when this bear showed up. No problem. Wait, bears are 5 strength? When did that happen? Anyhow, I ran back over the mountain, next player should note that a bear is very close.
I sent our shiny new dwarf colony down to where all the warriors are. Is that where we want the new city? I didn't settle as I'm very uncertain about everything in this game. What's mana?
Finally, Lita The Witch burst forth from the capital. I don't know what to do with her, so I stopped.
I set AHEM to build a scout for that Hammer deal-y, but that's really it. Sorry for the crappy set, guys. I suck.