I want to share with you a quick note on a bug that I found vaguely disturbing t hough: First, I m sure you

ve learned by now that dwarves don t like death. It leads t o depression and post-traumatic stress disorder. Put simply, if they see enough, they flip out and kill something themselves or those around them. However, cert ain dwarves are sociopaths. They lack the natural emotional empathy and sensitiv ity of the proper dwarf. They look just like every other dwarf they act just lik e every other dwarf yet, like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator, they are p erfect little emotionless machines. They make excellent butchers and fantastic s oldiers. I happened to get lucky and had one of these little soulless wonders as my butcher. I have a policy of making newborn puppies and ponies available for adoption and, if ponies are not adopted by the time they grow up, I send them of f to be knackered. It just so happens that I sent out my butcher to round up the herd and thin the ranks one day. I saw Stray Horse (Tame) has been struck down! Stray Horse (Tame) has been struck down! Krazen Ergoblasbit (Tame) has been stru ck down! A sinking feeling hit me. The butcher had just grabbed the wrong horse. He d someh ow found someone s pet and killed it. I expected a dwarf to go crazy any minute. W hen I looked at the corpse, I saw that Krazen was marked as being the pet of the Butcher. I blinked. He d never owned a pet before. I checked his thoughts. He was ecstatic. He had been comforted by a pet recently. He had adopted a pet recently. The lit tle bastard befriended and adopted the horse while leading him to the block, imp roved his mood, killed him and had ZERO sense of remorse, guilt or loss. He just didn t care. I m starting to think about waiting until he s asleep, removing his door and replacing it with a floodgate just to give the creepy bastard the Cask of A montillado treatment.