Endless Hack
To my reader.

This comic, in its current format, is going to end, I started it as an exercise in writing and drawing and it is simply not interesting enough to create anymore, not in this format at least. As a game nethack can be hilarously random, as a narrative I realize it is incredibly tedious and i am not talented with either enough patience or time to make this interesting.

I will probably keep drawing things related to nethack to some extent, if that happens they will be posted here as well as on my deviantart page (http://avgasblomman.deviantart.com/). This would probably be either straight up fan art or, in case of me feeling writey, a more straight up playthrough description.

And then I fell right down to Mine town, trapdoors really are devious.

I did have quite a bit of gold on me, so I decided to test the priests protection at once, if it worked I could always come back later for more.

I did get the protection, I could feel myself becoming harder by every donation the priest recieved.

Then I made a mistake, a small, fatal mistake: i put on a ring I had found earlier and the priest smashed my skull the instant it touched my finger. The enchantment on the ring must be a madness inducer of some kind, there was no anger or malice as the priest killed me: he only smshed my face as if to swat a bug.

And thus ends my sixth life, killed by poor accessorizing.

My next life was that of a healer, is it the sixth now?
I must admit, being a healer annoyed me, I had no physical strength to speak of and no offensive magic. My only weapon was a tiny scalpel and I had no food except some apples. But once again, I should not whine: there are obviously some advantages to being a healer and I will list them here.
I was obviously very good at healing magic, as expected, normally this would be very useful, especially coupled with the innate poison resistance any healer would have built up. Finally I had a lot of gold in my pockets, so I decided to find out if the priest in minetown could stand up for his word.
My plan for this was simple: I would go down to the first level of the mines and try to find a pickaxe of some sort, I would then use it to dig out any cache of gold I could localize. I had heard someone tossing coins about before, yet never found them; I expected there were some hidden rooms I could dig out. The only crux was that I could not kill anything on the entire journey without risking to ruin the entire atempt, I would have to let my dog do any battles for me.
I reached the mines with little trouble and a dwarf my little dog killed happened to carry a suitable pickaxe.
I turned back for the lift up.

My next life was that of a healer, is it the sixth now?

I must admit, being a healer annoyed me, I had no physical strength to speak of and no offensive magic. My only weapon was a tiny scalpel and I had no food except some apples. But once again, I should not whine: there are obviously some advantages to being a healer and I will list them here.

I was obviously very good at healing magic, as expected, normally this would be very useful, especially coupled with the innate poison resistance any healer would have built up. Finally I had a lot of gold in my pockets, so I decided to find out if the priest in minetown could stand up for his word.

My plan for this was simple: I would go down to the first level of the mines and try to find a pickaxe of some sort, I would then use it to dig out any cache of gold I could localize. I had heard someone tossing coins about before, yet never found them; I expected there were some hidden rooms I could dig out. The only crux was that I could not kill anything on the entire journey without risking to ruin the entire atempt, I would have to let my dog do any battles for me.

I reached the mines with little trouble and a dwarf my little dog killed happened to carry a suitable pickaxe.

I turned back for the lift up.

The above is a schematic of the first floor of Sokoban, I am not used to drawing maps so proportions are probably not completely accurate.

Either way, this particular part of the dungeon seems to be set up almost like a puzzle. It, if anything, is clear proof of the purpose of this place: nothing less then a testing ground.

It is not so hard in theory, in one end of the dungeon there were holes and scattered throughout the rest of the floor were larger boulders which I could be climbed upon if dropped down the holes: the mission was clear.

As usual, things were not so easy as they seemed. The floor is divided into a grid, of sorts, by small protrusions which separate the floor into squares. In practice this means that unless you can lift them the boulders cannot be moved diagonal to the grid. They are also impossible to move with anything less than the full force of your body, meaning if they get pushed against a wall, or each other, then they stay there.

I did manage to get past the floor and up the next set of stairs, well up there on the other hand I quickly got killed when a leprechaun used a summoning scroll to drop a virtual horde on top of my head.

My two nextcoming lives were both short and initially uneventful, first came my life as a priest which bears mentioning due to my discovery of sokoban.
While my previous life had been centered around physical combat the priest seemed very frail and very weak, this might have to do with being an elf. Not as unpleasant as being an orc, but I always felt I would break my own bones.
Being a priest does carry some benefits; they can sense holiness and corruption, meaning that I knew, with no outer help, which items were safe and which were perilous. They also carry bottles of holy water, useful for blessing items or hurting the undead.
Apart from that my life, as i mentioned, ended quickly. I will however tell a bit about my initial experiences with the strange tower of Sokoban.

My two nextcoming lives were both short and initially uneventful, first came my life as a priest which bears mentioning due to my discovery of sokoban.

While my previous life had been centered around physical combat the priest seemed very frail and very weak, this might have to do with being an elf. Not as unpleasant as being an orc, but I always felt I would break my own bones.

Being a priest does carry some benefits; they can sense holiness and corruption, meaning that I knew, with no outer help, which items were safe and which were perilous. They also carry bottles of holy water, useful for blessing items or hurting the undead.

Apart from that my life, as i mentioned, ended quickly. I will however tell a bit about my initial experiences with the strange tower of Sokoban.