The Reticule writes: "It all seems so quaint. There you are happily building up your village, nurturing a few chosen heroes to become favoured lords of the land, chirpily following the commands of a faux Sean Connery and… Oh GOD, "a plague of rats upon thee!" the game roars at you. "Defend thine kingdom from my veritable flock of serpentine dragon kin ye weedy effeminate whelp!" All the while zombies from your own darn graveyard are nibbling away at your towers. And wizard brains."
