MAGED WELL
Just occasionally, as a new wave of orcs washes in to crash against your fortifications, you’ll catch a moan from a greenskin on the breeze, “Feels like we’re never gonna get there.” If your enemy is on the verge of a galaxy brain realisation about their doomed role in tower defence, however, they never get to complete the thought: they’re invariably dashed against the rocks, tarred and burned, or electrified so
