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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

ZangbandTK

A great NetHack/Rogue descendant. Bonus: a point-and-click interface, so you don't have to remember gobs of arcane commands. You can also choose the graphics set you prefer, from ASCII to isometric.

Like any game of this genre, you'll either love it and become hopelessly addicted, or despise it like acorn squash, (which I truly loathe with all my being).

A word of warning for those who're new to this sort of thing: it's hardcore mode only. Meaning that when a character dies, that's it. Finito. End of line. Roll again, chumly. And you will die at first. A lot.

So... enjoy! Or not.

Clicky.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

What's wrong with acorn squash aside from the name. :)

22:05  
Blogger Fundy said...

Is it Friday already?

22:48  
Blogger Jar(egg)head said...

When I was but a wee little cynic, my parents used to slice a couple of acorn squashes in half, throw them in the oven for a few minutes, then plop them on a plate and announce "dinner's ready!"

Wrong.

In an effort to convince me that I was not, in fact, being asked to eat a stringy, hollowed-out elephant turd, they started mixing butter and brown sugar together and pouring it into the center of this vile pseudo-vegetable. Being the smart lad I was, I simply spooned out the goopy brown stuff in order to get enough calories to sustain me until real food became available, and then pointedly ignored the revolting remnants.

I'm sure that many, many centuries ago, some poor serf was near to starving to death when he happened across an acorn squash. He no doubt thought himself very luck indeed -- until he tried to eat it.

07:56  

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