They said it couldn't be done unless you were totally pimped out and at max level with all sorts of stuff to your name. They said you'd be owned by Vlad Digula if he caught you. They said that Demon Diggles would shove their odd, rubbery nasal appliances up your rear end. They said that you'd be mad to try it out at your level. At level 17, I beat Diggle Hell. No Vlad Digula, unfortunately. Granted I'd still be a dead man without the encrusted archmage robe and rail launcher, and the other half-decent equipment I'd cobbled together in the interim, and it still cost me about a half dozen healing potions and the same amount of cheese sandwiches, and a hell of a lot of bolts, but I won. What did I get for my troubles, you ask? ...... a shitty randart that might have been useful 10 levels ago. So yeah, such is the story of my foray into Diggle Hell. such as it is, at least.