Since the moment I stepped into The Elder Scrolls 4: Oblivion Remastered, its sewers have been calling my name. In the same way I imagine goblins must crave deep cool caves and mountainous retreats after a hard day spent ambushing merchants, I've been drawn to all things subterranean for as long as I can remember. I don't know why. All I do know is that there is something about being underground, about tunnels that web beneath the known surface like a secret world, that fascinates a part of my brain that's too primal to commune with.
As a child I fantasized about having an underground den beneath my garden. I considered every manhole a portal to the ultimate form of transport; hidden pathways for psychological rat children who have learned to walk on two legs. As an adult, I still tend to build my houses in Terraria and Minecraft into the side of hills, hold an aching nostalgia for Final Fantasy 12's Garamsythe Waterway, and still think the idea of getting around via sewers (in-game or otherwise) is neat.
