"Things have become a little more abstract and it's hard to tell what's real and what's a metaphor for your decaying sanity and all of that bollocks, but the fingernail-shaped divots in my cheeks were real enough when my whole party got wiped by some half-melted fat bloke too stupid to realise he'd run out of HP. You know what, let's start there 'cos I just brought it up. Death saving throws when you’re out of health? I'm all in favour. Creates suspense, helps you claw things back from the brink. The same courtesy extended to the AI-controlled enemy? Call me a hypocritical elitist who's prejudiced against the non-sentient, but that I could do without. I brought this fucking boss down to zero health and then he polished off my entire battered party in his next two turns because he just wouldn't fucking die! And I'm like: "Game, what the fuck else could I have possibly done to win the day in this scenario?! Was I not crossing my fingers hard enough?""