Pixel Dungeon

Picture a huntress, boldly clearing the 23rd floor, upgraded Plate Armor and rings of Sharpshooting and Arcana glowing in the darkness, twelve healing potions and the precursors to several meat pies in her pack. Steps before the exit, she steps on a Summoning Trap, teleporting two irate Evil Eyes and a nasty Stinger to her side.

"No problem," she thinks, as she reads her scroll of teleportation.

With a flash, she is transported across the floor to another room. Two Evil Eyes and a Stinger greet her.

"That's unlucky," she thinks, readying another scroll of teleportation.

Reading it, she finds herself a single step from where she started, with two Evil Eyes charging. She'll never reach the exit in time.

"What the hell?" she thinks, popping another scroll out of her holster.

A glimmer, and the scenery shifts. But only slightly. The final scroll of teleportation took her barely two steps from where she was standing.

Beams of light flash, and the huntress disintegrates in the Evil Eye's crossfire. An Ankh glows in the darkness.

"Damn my eyes," she thinks, still clad in her plate armor and holding a Grim Spear instead of her Unstable Quickbow.

She is hunted throughout the floor, dodging Evil Eyes and Stingers in the cavernous rooms. Far from her pack, she finds herself boxed in by a trio of Evil Eyes. Desperate, she jumps on a Teleportation Trap, praying.

A glimmer, and the room shifts into another. She's not alone.

Two Evil Eyes and a Stinger.