Shadowgate

The troll eases sheepishly from its bulging arm. Eyes of jet black stare back into your own, and the beast shakes its tusked head in disgust.

Clutching downwards, it heaves up a javelin of gargantuan proportion.

The grinning creature raises its arm, adrenaline coursing through your body; you break into a mad dash.

The massive spear snaps through your spine as you manage a few jogging steps towards the grassy bastion. Air seeps from your open mouth as the pointed stick plummets outwards through your shattered ribs, clattering to the ground a few meters away. Vision blurring, you fall dead before hitting the bridge.
End Of Story