"I play Dwarf Fortress" is the perfect ice breaker for any conversation:
If they also play it, you can immediately bond over a shared experience. If they haven't heard about it, then you can regale your new friends with your wild game stories that make you sound very cool and good at video games. And if they express distaste for Dwarf Fortress then you know you don't want to be friends with them anyway.

I went to a party recently and employed my 'Dwarf Fortress Social Filter' with stupendous results. I was mingling at the bar when someone brought up some live service game they play and were upset with to which I snuck in, "Ah, yeah, that's why I play Dwarf Fortress". One person had heard of the game but never tried it and another never heard of it at all, so I told them about my last project; The Fortress of 'Potlion' - a city made of ceramic and glass built on a precarious river delta. It started as a joke, how funny it would be to build a Nile civilization but with dwarves, and turned into a centuries long terraforming project that turned the map into a thriving, abundant trade metropolis - where dwarves, humans, and even goblins coexisted in the height of luxury. Even the lowliest laborer had an apartment furnished with jeweled and gilded furniture, every citizen had a couple of domesticated Giant Tiger pets, and both residents and visitors alike could take their meals in any one of our multiple, huge taverns stocked with all flavors of food and spirit and attended with live music and mirth. I was meticulous and deliberate with each and every individual, ensuring each was always surrounded by pleasure and comfort according to their tastes. The folk of Potlion wanted for nothing... and how tragically, their comfort was their downfall.

For the great sand pit, from which much of their impressive glasswork came, went deep into the earth and had disturbed beasts best left forgotten. Usually a bridge over the top of the pit contained any... unwanted extrusions, but this day one caught us lacking. We have such fine spears of steel and bold warriors of legend, I foolishly though, who could even best us at this point? Who could contest my mastery of this realm? The answer ....apparently, just one webby boy.

A web spitting stork carved out of emerald, in fact, who instead of delivering us bundles of joy, cocooned Potlion so that it metamorphosed into a desolate necropolis. Entire legions were wiped in an eyeblink, nary the chance to even draw weapons before being suffocated in silk and their souls promptly evicted by the stork's slavering beak. A few were able to barricade themselves in the lower tavern, but it was only a matter of time. Their stores of supplies would not last forever, and the stork would not let them escape. None of the survivors who made it could dig, and none had implements for learning either. Their choices were to remain inside and tear each other apart over what little supply they had, or make a run for the workshops and risk almost certain death. And shamefully... chose the former. "It will get bored and wander away" I reasoned. "It will go somewhere else on the map and give me a reasonable amount of space to build a quarantine zone to bounce back". This did not happen. The stork lorded itself over Potlion, perched outside the tavern, vigilant for the moment the artifact door's lock would lift. Stocks dwindled, moods fell, and the survivors - realizing this monument to hubris would be their tomb - turned on one another in a violent tantrum spiral.

I do not know what we did to displease the gods so - but Potlion belongs to them alone now. The dwarves of the Mechanism of Shining will enshrine tales of the city in myth, a warding prayer against such grandiose displays of wealth lest 'Mersethzutshosh' come for them as well.

Anyway, the two people listening thought it was a funny story, one expressed interest in playing and I offered them my number so they can ask me for help if needed, and the one guy who walked away because he thought it was 'nerd ♥♥♥♥' left the party early alone. There is nothing sexier than being a great story teller and being a Dwarf Fortress player will make you that very thing. Become you inner alpha chad, make friends, pull lovers, and play Dwarf Fortress.