My fondest memories of playing dungeons and dragons was my willingness to always attack everything. It didn't matter what Ken (the GM) put in front of us. Thirty Orcs, three Stone Golems, a gelatinous cube, or a bus full of nuns. I was always attacking. My fellow gamers would say, "Wait, Mike, they're gonna kill us!" or "Wait, Mike, we should try to get information from them." And I would say, "Too late. I already rolled. 15. Did I hit?" I hardly ever attack anything now. It's sad. How can I? I don't even own a 20-sided.