Apologizing up front for not having the flg, I got angry at my death and just held space through the death info.
Started off as a trollish bard with alert and heir 7lb (month of the falcon) with a decent set of skills, nothing too special but enough to make the character worth playing. Healing being one of those skills, I decided to take the herbalism quest, but there was a river on floor 1 of the druid dungeon, so i went through the SMC and UD instead. The small cave was my *best friend ever* this game and I got the blanket AND the rng gave me an eternium halberd, all at level 1. Features of note in the UD were a potion shop where I picked up some plain waters and carrot juices, and a neutral altar I didnt have enough gold to convert (and it was in a corner so I couldnt drag monsters over it). High mountain village shop offer me amazing prices (sell something for 35g, can buy it for 50g), and had an elven chain mail of health which i bought, and an uncursed glaive +6 pe +6 speed (pretty sure that's the jet black glaive, but I dont have the guidebook with me atm so I cant check) for about 40k, which I left there.
The CoC on the other hand was incredibly mean to me. On D3 an exploding rune door trap tore apart my 7lb and girdle of carrying. Big room offered no herb squares or stable patterns. Nothing nice in the dwarftown shop and prices were a lot worse, "slay a hippogriff to prove your valor". So I decided to go with a different route for this game, the dwarftown shop had a boots of the slow shuffle, and I was already strained! and had plenty of food to keep myself bloated, as a level 8 troll I was a relative tank already, so I decided to drop my speed as low as possible to take advantage of the XP buff (and trust me, it is really noticeable when you're at 30ish speed).
Hanging out in the upper CoC killing shit for massive XP, I come across a writhing mass of primal chaos that barely tickles me, I regen any damage I took from it, so I let it follow me a bit to halve my speed for even more XP, and then I come across a pair of claw bugs, and promptly die.
Moral of the story: no matter how good you think you are, you'll never gain intrinsic immunity to YASD's.