Game Over
With a screech bordering on the ultrasonic, the dragon swooped down over the fields, belching violent fire through the fields. A man in a long brown coat ran through the field, wheat stalks whipping at his face and tearing his clothes. He was running fast, but it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to outrun the creature chasing him.
Flames licked through the fields, chasing the Doctor as he sprinted for his life. The dragon screeched triumphantly, fast closing the distance between it and its prey.
The Doctor turned around just in time to see the flames coming towards him. Then he was gone, consumed within the raging inferno.
Game Over.
The Doctor stared at the words on the screen in disbelief. "This is why I hate video games," he muttered, turning off the computer. "You can't think up ingenious and brilliant plans at the last minute."
He kicked the computer on his way out of the room. "Stupid piece of junk."