Shub-Niggurath in Quake. It started off so promisingly. I had battled my way through legions of flesh tearing, blood guzzling eldrich abominations and I was now facing down the absolute ruler of the demons and monsters in a plane unknown. I know I had been alone the entire game but this time it was different; I truly was a stranger in a strange land.
I charged through its defences, swathing through demented beings and came ever nearer to this tentacled fiend, clutching my ever-smoking gun. The ol' reliable. It grew all the more desperate, and my palms became ever more drenched in sweat. Every Shambler and Vore it threw at me I uncaringly put down. I assessed the situation, what was my game plan here? Where do I start? I noticed a teleport at the end of this walk-way. I realised what was needed of me, and as I stepped through that hazy portal I thought of all the blood, sweat and tears that had brought me to this very moment. All those who had died would soon be vindicated.
And for what? A mere Telefrag? I killed the leader of all things unholy with what would be considered hilarious dumb-luck in a death match game.
Total injustice to one of video gaming's coolest looking bosses and the namesake of my favourite Great Old One.