You enter a small yellow room. It reminds you of your small yellow room back home.

There are two yellow doors in the opposite wall and a large mirror hanging on the right-hand wall. You approach the mirror gingerly, as it has been a while since you have looked at your cretinous self. And now you remember why - you look like a hideous freak. You lower your eyes, saddened by your appearance - and indeed your reaction to it. It shouldn't be like this. You wrestle with your thoughts - you need to be sure of yourself and confident in yourself in order to continue otherwise you will be good to no-one. You draw strength from the fact you are finally important to the world - you are on a quest to save the Badger of the greatest man to have ever lived. He chose you to save his beloved - you finally have a purpose in life. You again look into the mirror - you are not that bad. You smile to yourself as you realise that you have won this battle. The first of many in this hideous dungeon - it will be hard but you will be stronger for it.

You walk away from the mirror. You reflect on the fact that you have perhaps looked upon yourself for the last time. The Dungeon of Randomness might well end your miserable existence. Goodbye club feet and disproportionably sized legs. Goodbye hunchback. Goodbye pot belly. Goodbye flappy ears and protruding nose. Goodbye large gentle hands. And most of all goodbye Enormous Fungal Growth. A loyal companion in times of need when all other companions have let you down.

'I hope you have had a good life relaxing on my back these many years,' you murmur.

You end your reflections about yourself and face the two doors.