Oh, the stories I could tell. The badgers. The hunter. The endless skirmishes between them. The pile of badger pelts. The eventual infection that felled the hunter. The wandering panda that survived solely to an extremely fortunate lack of ammunition. The Imperial Stormtrooper Catapult Marksmanship Academy. The dwarf that went insane and killed three brethren before falling victim to a yak. The malfunctioning drawbridge. The goblin siege that ended in a hail of falling rock traps....

I can't lie, it's addictive. I can't even use graphics sets now, I've gotten too used to ASCII. It's like the Matrix: on first glance it's a jumble of green garbage but after a while you only see blonde, brunette, redhead (or in this case dwarf, goblin, badger)....