Ah ..the dreams...the dreams..
First you believe youīve left it all behind,thinking that you no longer suffer under the opression of Dwarf Fortress.The air seems fresher,puppies and laughter embedd you in a spirale of reliev and joy..
..but no..that is when the dreams begin..
Nightmares of enourmus caves,pitckblack and dark as a moonless nights,deadsilent as a graveyard..but then is when you hear a voice - at first nothing but a distant echo,but growing louter by the second -driven by madness,declaring itīs need for cut crystal glass.No,the voice does not remain alone,sooner or later another one joins the muttering of the first,this one however demands a golden statue in his Dining hall.More and more will enter this duet until it soccumbs into a chorus of chaos and insanity.And just,just before it ends,you hear a loud cry of a Dwarf going Berserk..
..but that is not enough for Dwarf Fortress..it beckons and it wonīt stop until it has you under itīs clutches once more..you will start seeing things..movement in the shadows.Woolen beards in the dark,waving in the wind and are gone mere moments later,taunting you and your attempts to leave DF behind,no,they are but futile.
It will never go away,it will never leave!