There’s something enormously satisfying about my mapping process. I love drawing walls and annotating squares, even though I know I’m recording all this detail for no one. Why do I need to know that this square had a treasure chest when I’ve already opened it and I’ll never be coming back? Who am I making these maps for, exactly? Not you; there are already dozens of examples of the maps online, probably more accurate than I’m making. Not myself; in the unlikely event that I ever play this game a second time, I’ll almost certainly throw away the maps and create them anew. But purposeless as they are, I wouldn’t dream of not making them. The enticement of one more square, one more room, one more corridor is what turns midnight to 03:30 in what seems like seconds. It’s possible that I’m more addicted to mapping than the game itself.

(CRPG addict)