[ WP ] You are one of the monsters in a dungeon crawler game .

I had always assumed I was in purgatory or even hell itself with how frequently I got slaughtered by a group of savages, only to blink back alive hours later. I initially tried communicating with them when they first came, but they mostly responded with `` i n33d t3h ph4t l3wtz'','' h4h4h4'' and a flurry of spells and attacks followed suit. I soon began to attack anything on-site, if I did n't my chances of fending off the attack decreased dramatically. This continued until one day a single person came into my tower undetected at night. 
 
 I was sitting at my desk, preparing for the next fight that was inevitably going to happen when I saw a young brunette girl wearing tattered cloth armor hiding behind my bed. It appeared that my detection was unnoticed. I glanced around the room to see if this was an ambush. No, only her. 
 
 I chanted a small phrase and her body became stiff, unable to move. 
 
 `` Oh crap.'' She muttered weakly. 
 
 Normally I would have quickly ended her life to demonstrate a message to anyone who enters, but against my better judgement I tried to provoke a conversation. 
 
 `` What is your name?'' I inquired while thinking of the next evocation to cast. 
 
 `` My name is Mylekia'' She responded, then added ``... Are you a GM?'' 
 
 I stood there for a moment wondering what she was asking. 
 
 `` What does GM stand for?'' I responded hesitantly. I did n't know if this was a trap, but my curiosity took over. Besides, I've died countless times before, I might as well see where this goes. 
 
 `` Game Master... does this mean that you're not?'' She said with a puzzled expression on her face. 
 
 `` I do not understand what you mean by a'Game Master'. I am Cyril, the tower wizard for King Tormuck. However I do not get to do much for my King as I am constantly harassed, raided and killed by the likes of you and your brethren.'' 
 
 `` So you're just AI then? This is impressive.'' She smiled happily. 
 
 ``... AI? Could you please not use these foreign acronyms. I am not familiar with them.'' I sighed as my holding spell released Mylekia. 
 
 `` You're advanced artifical intelligence in a video game. You're not real.'' She stated in a proud manner as she moved over to sit on my bed. `` The reason you get killed over and over again is because you're a raid boss and drop magical items for the players in the game once you're defeated.'' 
 
 `` It's not bad enough you savages repeatedly kill me, but now you attack me mentally?'' I retorted, not knowing how to respond to such a claim. 
 
 `` Have you tried leaving this room?'' She asked innocently with a smirk. 
 
 `` Yes, some magical barrier teleports me back to the center of the room if I do. I have tried to figure out a way to dispel this magic, but I gave up after being interrupted countless times.'' 
 
 `` It's not magic. It's the program's limitations for how far you can go from your spawn point.'' 
 
 `` This... program, can you change it's limitations?'' 
 
 `` No, only the game developers can do that.'' 
 
 `` So my only purpose in life is to die?'' 
 
 `` Kind of, yeah.'' She said hesitantly, `` Like I said, you're a raid boss. People play the game to face challenges and get rewards from overcoming them. You're one of those.'' Once she completed her thought I waved my hands and launched a barrage of fireballs at her. She screamed as she burned on my bed, only a pile of ashes remained. I moved over and sat on her ashes to digest what I've just been told. 
 
 `` Why'd you do that?'' I heard Mylekia's tiny voice come from behind the bed. `` I ca n't die-die just like you.'' 
 
 `` So, even when I am able to kill my attackers, they do n't die.'' 
 
 `` Precisely, except when you die we have to wait a few hours before you respawn again.'' 
 
 `` I have much to contemplate on, please leave me.'' I requested of her. 
 
 `` Nah. I kind of like it here.'' She laughed briefly. `` Besides, you ca n't force me to leave anyways, I'll just come back.'' 
 
 `` I am as real to me as you are to you. Please accept my request.'' I pleaded as I realized how powerless I am to this weak little girl. 
 
 `` You do n't get it. You're not real, quit pretending that you are.'' She scoffed while jumping up and down on my bed. `` You ca n't do anything.'' 
 
 Mylekia followed me as I moved to my desk. As I began preparing additional spells for the inevitable next attack she climbed on top of me, moved her lips to my ear and started whispering. What she was saying I could not make out, but I could not concentrate. I tried to ignore her but the longer it went on, the louder she was. She kept saying `` blah blah blah'' over and over. This continued for a solid ten minutes before I broke my silence. 
 
 `` Stop. Okay. You win. You've defeated me. The challenge has been won by you. What do you want me to do. I ca n't take this.'' I said agonizingly to her. 
 
 `` Oh. Nothing. I'm just having fun.'' She responded cheerfully. `` After all, it's just a game.'' 
 
 It occurred to me then, I still have one small option. I waved my arms in a calculated fashion and then chanted the following word: Disintegrate. In an instant I was turned into a pile of ashes, set to respawn hours later. Mylekia looked at my ashes with a frown, then smirked and proceeded to take any magical items that were not disintegrated. 
 
 `` I guess I'll come back in four hours.'' Mylekia said promisingly.
