[ WP ] You are a minion in a tower defense game , describe your final moments/thoughts .

As the gates opened, I could hear the roar of the turrets begin, followed by a sudden tickling feeling. Bullets stopped dead on my armour plating. Suddenly a ghastly chill came over me; I could feel the effects of the ice tower now kicking in, my legs began to feel lethargic as I swamped through the endless bodies who had fallen before me, blood stained onto every corner and wall. 
 
 I proceeded forward with a certainty for my life, the bullets continuing to rain down upon me. On the horizon a large brick tower stood tall and foreboding. Placed atop; a large cannon aimed straight at me, armed by dwarves with beards like unshaven fur. As I got closer I could see the cracking and booming of the cannon as it suddenly went off, a cannonball slams into my shoulder and explodes, damage was done, smouldering ashes lay all around me, yet I was still moving, I had to keep moving. 
 
 As I came around the final corner I could see the enemy castle clear with my eye, but between my goal and I was a tower with a red glazing Dragon wrapped around, his glistening eyes staring straight into my own, when I got near him his mouth opened and he released a burst of smouldering green flame that engulfed me as I walked, I could feel my life dwindling now. I am steps away from the castle when the last of my life leaves my body, I fall to a knee then onto my chest, where my armour once laid, with my last breath I see three large stars appear in the sky. That's when I knew; The player had won. 
 
 Kal'gor the Ogre, Level 100 Boss
