All my little hobbit wanted was a pretty Black-footed Chicken for a pet. How shiny and beautiful its black plumage is! The lovely little chook would make such a nice wandering companion that I obliged her little hobbit wishes and took her to the Hobnanigans field. What we were met with was not quite as fun of an event as we were both hoping for.
The Birth of a Genre: Procedural Death Labyrinth
Where did the term roguelike start? Where is it going?