[EPILOGUE: "UNDER HER ASS"]

Your short-lived career as a would-be warrior meets a bitter, disgusting end under Smotherella's sweaty ass. Maybe you shouldn't have come here. You probably shouldn't have been a warrior in the first place. And you definitely shouldn't have challenged Smotherella.

These thoughts haunt you as the hours turn to days, days to months, months to years. You eventually lose track of time, and the person you once were. Completely and utterly defeated, you resign yourself to a lifetime of enslavement under her ass. She rarely lets you out from her chair, and even if she does, it's not long before you're strapped back in as her personal throne. She gives you the occasional gruel and water about once a week, but day-to-day the only thing you'll eat is her ass.

You hope you'll get used to it or even learn to love it, but you never do. You spend the rest of your miserable life under her ass.