Early winter:
Oh god, helmauthors is an accident waiting to happen. Raw materials and industry are pretty damn good, but morale. MORALE. PIGS HAVE MORE MORALE. Pigs don't even know what to do with morale. They'd just shit in it. Dwarves know what to do with morale though. More specifically, they know what to do when they have none: Throw a fit and kick kittens in the nuts.
First order of business is definately going to be to make the peasantry happy, while the second order of business is to keep the gentry happy. As it is, I can only conclude that every previous manager of the fortress have hated dwarves.

Wah wah wah you don't have a home cry some more and eat cake too fatty.
At least there are more than enough quarters now, what with everyone being horribly maimed and killed. It's like every fifth person I come across is trying to commit suicide.
I have found a microcline lever. It appears to be under construction, although I am having some trouble discerning its function. I fully intend to pull it next time the shit hits the fan.
Holy goddamn two dead dwarves. Where did they come from. Far too much crap to make coffins for. I will commence construction of a super rad egypt style pyramid thing to pile dead morons in. That little square piece of terrain will serve as the base. It will also allow me to rain arrows on goblin and horse raids.

Just as I thought I had everything under control, a champion goes berzerk in the middle of the hospital. The rage zombie of the now award goes to Tun Thottokomarren von Longname.

Protip: the patients did not make a full recovery.

He was struck down very very shortly afterwards by the entire remaining military. A peasant and a douchebag with a lame job both went berzerk on seeing him. Fortress population is now 30. I have resorted to pile graveyards.
The hospital full of dead people is starting to stink.
Another champion gone berserk. I think it will continue untill the population drops below some sort of critical mass, almost like a nuclear reaction of pure unbridled rage. The more champions go berserk, the faster it gets there, so more power to 'em at this point. It's not like there's a hell of a lot I can do about it. 6 people just flipped their shit in about 4 minutes realtime.
HOLY GOD THERE IS ONLY ONE CHAMPION THAT IS NOT BERSERK. TOO MANY. TOOOO MANNYYY
although now they are infighting, which sorta self regulates a little.
The captain of the guard has been heroicly guarding a doorway. By heroically guarding I mean a champion appears to have a broomhandle shoved up his ass and is mopping the ceiling with his beard. There goes any hope of raising morale.
Population is now 22. Ima take a break. All the above appears to have happened in the span of about 5 days of game time. I get the feeling that this place is hooped, but there's still a small chance the madness will stop.
On that note, an incredibly cool carving.

Spiffeh arts, suicidal mans.