Writer's Block

They all looked at each other, puzzled.
"Maybe check that thing over to the left?", said Sophie. "It looks interesting."
"It's pink - that's why it looks interesting to you. And what good would looking at it do? It won't change what we see - what's he going to do? Walk closer and say that yes, it is indeed pink?"
"Well, why don't you suggest something, Bob? You've been bloody useless so far!"
Treguard ahem-ed loudly and made a cutting gesture to the camera.
"Life Force is weak, dungeoneers. And the shoggoth is not far behind you."
"I think we should try blowing the horn again, to see if a wall collapses so we can escape."
"Oh, a horn solution again, Dave - that's been your suggestion to every room since we got it. Maybe a wall will collapse, or maybe it'll frighten away the goblin, or perhaps it'll shake free a key trapped somewhere we can't reach"
Treguard noticed that the figure in the helmet had started absent-mindedly scratching himself, and signalled the producer that enough was enough.
"Make haste, dungeoneers...no, it is too late - the shoggoth arrives!"
"What's happening?" said the forgotten figure in the helmet, "I hear something large approaching"
Then the screen was suddenly covered by a large, vaguely-humanoid mass...the Life Force vanished in an instant, and just as the screen went out they heard a terrible scream.
"Ooh, nasty." said Treguard.
"Is that it? Five minutes of sodding gameplay after waiting five months?!"
"Your quest was short, dungeoneers, but eventful."
"Bollocks to that - let's have another try. I'll be in the helmet this time."
"I'm afraid it's time for you to leave, Sophie. Try entering again next season, though. Security will show you out."
They all glared at Treguard in silent fury, then sullenly walked to the exit. As they left, Sophie kicked Treguard hard in a tender area.
"Ooh, nasty." said Bob, sarcastically.

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