Food!

There's little room for other thoughts inside of your thick skull, and before you know it you're already lumbering forwards to reach for the closest source of food you can find in the large room. The fact that this is your own creator and would-be Master doesn't concern you much at all, and all you feel is the growling hunger inside your belly when you try to figure how to pry open that thick black armor.

"But perhaps you're right, Uldar." The Dark Lord frowns, and his amusement changes to mild annoyance when he sees you raising your club with your other hand. It seems like he's willing to give you a second chance, as he's still not even drawn the heavy sword by his side, but as he can see the all-consuming hunger burning inside your eyes he finally shakes his head in sudden exasperation. "This one is clearly not what I was hoping for."

And with that he draws his sword, before you can even see his hand moving towards the hilt, and less than a second later you feel the sudden pain as the blade cuts through your flesh and bone like if your body was made out of water. Thus you watch in slow motion as your arm is chopped off by the elbow, and before you're able to scream in rage or pain you find that your would-be master has already moved in close to deliver the finishing blow.

"Yet another disappointment." You hear him grumbling to himself, while your heavy body topples backwards into the mucky spawning pool, and that is the last thing you see before your lopped-off head lands even further out in the jet-black water.

While your life was short, you were given a mercifully swift ****, which proves how fond your master must have been of his latest creation, before it turned against him. Your body will now be used for something else, and your essence reformed by the Dark Lord's will, until he's crafted a creature worthy of becoming his champion in the world outside...

YOUR LIFE AND JOURNEY HAS COME TO AN EARLY END