As your blade cleaves the skull of the nearest hobgoblin the wretched creature's tortured cry is drowned out by the din of battle all around you. It feels like the battle has been raging for days and days. You are exhausted beyond measure. Time has become a blur but you feel you are close to your goal. Closer to... the [[next level]]. You dispatch another foe, and another, but with each creature's death you feel less satisfied. The electric charge of victory that used to surge through you in your quest's beginning feels harder and hard to attain. Suddenly, you hear the unmistakable roar of a great ogre. You look up to see the onrushing creature and know that you have only a moment to act before it is upon you. And so... [[You brandish your sword and charge forward.|butt]] [[You dive clear of the ogre's oncoming attack.|butt]] [[You ready your shield to defend yourself.|butt]] In the moment before thought can become action you feel a sharp pain. Your scream rends the air and the battle comes to a sudden halt. All the combatants stop and stare. You [[turn to find]]... ...an arrow portruding from your butt. "That does it!!" your roar. "I quit!" The hobgoblins stand slackjawed. The offending archer let's his bow droop to the sides of his knobby yellow body. Silence hangs heavy in the air. The great ogre's face is suddenly filled with concern. "Oh, come on, Ragnor..." it says, "don't be like that." "NO!" [[you scream]]. "No! No more! I have been grinding for days and days and days. And for what?! So the User can advance to the next monotonous creature slaughter? So I can get a new set of the same armor in a different color? "No. I quit. I'm going to become a farmer. Maybe herd dogs. Yeah, dog herder. Like I always wanted. That's a thing right? Well it will be... "Game over."