Shadowgate

With a shout, you hoist the shield out in front of you and begin your half mile dash across molten chasms and liquid metal. Your eyes lock to your target, and you scream as your feet are seared from your body.

As you fall sideways, you attempt to position the buckler underneath you. This maneuver, however, fails. The left half of your torso sizzles into the molten coins. As you wail and flail your body for reprieve, a wave of fire smothers you.