I want to tell you the story of one of the most fantastic adventurers I ever created, his name is Gershwin. He began as a strange idea for the most stupid type of character I could have made. He would punch everything, get the crap kicked out of him, and drink every philter of booze he found. I crafted him and then set him loose on the first level and was amazed when he did not die immediately. I followed his adventures as he raided kitchens, punched robots to death, and drunkenly stumbled through level after level. He made it farther than any other character I had made, I formed a massive backstory for him as he went that bordered on actual fanfiction. It was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened. Gershwin swaggered onto yeat another level and began tearing through the obstacles in the best hat zorkmids could buy. Gershwin ran into a room filled with fountains and saw a single lutefisk warrior on an outcropping. He rushed over to give him what for like the gentleman adventuer he is, but the warrior must have known him by reputation as he started to hide behind the nearest fountain. Gershwin rushed over and gave him the, "Dance of One Thousand Boots." Then Gershwin realized, he had kicked the fountain in his haste as well. The fountain had landed in an immovable position and was wedged there forever. My heart broke in that moment because I knew, Gershwin would forever be bobbing his eyebrows on that stone islet. Never to adventure again. He is now the only save file that will forever remain, and Gershwin will forever be punished for my hubris. Buy Dungeons of Dredmor, have adventures, inadvertently enact a tragedy.