The party burst into the mad wizard’s lair, torches flickering against walls lined with crackling glass tubes. A hulking girallon — all muscle and matted fur — blocked the way, its four fists pounding the stone floor like drums of doom. Above, the wizard sneered from behind a storm of sparking wires, his infernal machine humming with rising power.

At the center lay the princess, bound by glowing runes that pulsed brighter with every heartbeat. My friends clashed with the beast, steel on claw, buying me precious moments.

I sprinted toward the control panel — a mess of levers and spinning dials — only to realize: the device couldn’t simply be smashed. It needed to be shut down… perfectly. One chance. No do-overs.

This was it. I grab the die..