You slip into the dungeon, noting how cold and damp it
is. You eventually find only one
occupied cell, which holds a girl about your age. “So,” a voice from behind you says, “you’ve
come to free the Princess Cliché.” It is
Lord McEvil, a big man with a skill for ahead. “Well,” he continues, “you shall not
succeed.” He raises a hand and throws a
fireball at you. Before you know it, you
are dead.
What do you do?
