“It’s Smokazor,” you confidently cry. “The wicked evil dragon of the West. She’s the most terifying creature I can imagine.”

The Portal lets out a long and melancholy sigh.

“I’m afraid not,” the Portal says. “It is of course “Winston Peters”, a name uncannily similar to yours.”

You watch in horror as the old fiend breaks through from his home dimension and you run away from the dungeon screaming.

Before long, your world is in ruins. It is destroyed. A wasteland, filled with sorrow and tears.

You have failed not only in your quest, but in life. You have doomed the entire world you live in.

I hope you’re proud of yourself.

It is the worst possible end.