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Plump helmet man


Urist likes plump helmet men for their similarity with food.

  • Underground Depth: 2-3

· Learns · Humanoid

Cannot be tamed 
Birth: 1,500 cm3
Mid: 10,000 cm3
Max: 50,000 cm3

Child at: 1
Adult at: 12
Max age: 60-80
Becomes after death

Plump helmet man plump helmet man tissue

This article is about an older version of DF.
A small humanoid resembling a walking mushroom with arms and legs. It lives far underground near water and soil.

Plump Helmet Men are walking plump helmet creatures that live in caverns. They are made up of "plump helmet man tissue"; Dwarf Fortress' item naming system will turn this into "Plump helmet man plump helmet man tissue" upon death. They are non-hostile, blind, and are relatively easy to kill. You can't butcher Plump helmet men.

Plump Helmet Men are extremely magma and fire resistant - Dwarven Science Experiments have shown that they can live for several seasons while submerged in 7/7 magma (while on fire).

Adventurer Mode

In Adventurer Mode Plump Helmet Men are a playable race but the lack the ability to speak making them a unique and "fun" option to play as. Plump Helmet Men are not very adept at combat as you can note in Dwarf Fortress Mode, But they can be a f̶e̶a̶r̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ weak opponent and squishy compared to other races such as Humans or Dwarfs.

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Plump helmet men are known for their clever jokes and games, as well as their innocent, almost childlike nature. This had led to them being universally beloved by all sentient creatures of the world, as well as dwarves, who find them both sweeter and more succulent than the farm-grown variety. For years dwarves have been trying to find a way to brew these majestic creatures alive, but the scientific effort has been frustrated by the tendency of dwarven brewers to pounce on any plump helmet man they see and eat their way through the still-living myconid in an orgy of mushroom juice and drool.