Whatever happened to the tower defence genre?
And die they do; by the hundreds – by the thousands – they trudge slowly into the maw of a nightmarish trap network where they are cut, stabbed, sliced, shot, sprung, burned, bashed, poisoned and drugged. Kobolds try to scurry over and under but get bogged down in treacle-like tar. Ogres attempt to smash their way through only to wander over a trapped floor panel which springs them back to the start of the gauntlet (or, if it’s available, into some acid). And any Gnolls who successfully hunt down their chief tormentor tend to find him standing under a giant swinging mace that inexplicably misses him and gibs them.