The Great-Sow that rules this place learned a new curse, she's going to test it on one of us.
 The Orcs are considering doubling human rations, but don't eat them. It's made of people.
 The warden-orc has gotten a new bad ass prosthetic.
 The warden-orc is “collecting” slaves. He wants one each race, each gender, and each age.
 New arrivals to the pits are no longer gender segregated. They may want us to... breed.
 Many of us have already stolen some tools; we're almost ready to dig out.
 Many of us have already stolen some tools; we're almost ready to kill the orcs.
 There is a kind squealer-smith who pities us. He gets beat almost as badly as we do.
 Haunting music can be heard near the deepest work camp. It's coming from below.
 We're digging to find some ancient lost city or something.
 We're digging to fuel an orc war machine.
 We're digging just because the orcs want us to suffer.
 The iron we mine doesn't even go to make weapons. There is a great iron casket for someone important. Worst yet, I hear that the molten metal will be quenched in slave blood.
 You see those potions behind the bars there? They're gonna start making us drink them. Makes you work harder, feel no pain, and forget your old life.
 An orc gave me a shawl blanket today. I don't know what he wants from me.
 An orc made me lick his hooves today. I'm going to kill that piece of shit.
 There's a few elves in our camp. They cut their ears to blend in as humans. I think they are here to heal our sores, or maybe just to avoid being taken as magic-thralls by the orc magicians.
 Slaves have begun getting “paid” coins instead of fed or clothed, more coins for harder labor. They expect us to trade among ourselves for food and water!?
 Giant rats have been found in the walls. Anyone who turns this info in to the Orcs will be given their own cage and a thicker straw mat- the orcs are almost as hungry as we are.
 I've been designing a new digging machine. If we give it to the orcs, they won't need us anymore and will surely let us go. Right?