Minecraft and the wicked lava machine
The freaks come out at night. That’s why I stay underground and tunnel around like a ferret on crack. I’ve made my way to the center of the earth. And it’s hot down there. There is much lava. And lava is a temperamental mistress. Just when you think you have her all under control she has a massive flare up and the next thing you know you’re running around in circles with your hair on fire. We all know this will end badly. You may have water standing by but it takes just one wrong turn and your running down the corridor in the opposite direction until you’re face down in a pile of ash with all your worldly possessions spinning above you like a beacon of your epic failure.
Once again, mistakes were made.