[ WP ] The last words ( prior to death ) of the character are simply `` Fuck it . ''

The great yawning entrance to the maw of the mountain held breathless as the lone knight wandered beneath its shadow. A thick smoke billowed from the face of the mountain, extending a darkness across the land before it. The knight, pacing beneath the shroud, contemplated on how to handle his encounter. He was tasked with crusading against whatever heathen being lay beneath the mountain, charged with the crime of terrorizing nearby villages. The king of these lands spoke of the creature as if it were an army of heretics, invading the land to convert those that called it home and to gather riches. But the knight new better. It was no army, but it was rather a monstrous creature - a bastion of hate, evil, and contempt. 
 
 The mountain itself seemed to breath with the smoke. Ashes occasionally billowed out of its face, making it appear like a skull that harbored a flame within it. The knight stood at its fangs, sword and shield in hand. Upon unsheathing his blade, he rested the point on the ground. When placed, the land itself shuddered and groaned at what was to come, the attempted holy purge of the earth itself. The knight knew that he would fail in his journey had he simply gone to fight the being with pure physical power - he needed divine assistance as well. Kneeling downward, he began an ancient and powerful rite, spoken to him from the lips of old, weathered knights. Gazing into the black morass of ashes and smoke, he spoke the words with utter confidence. 
 
 `` Fuck it.'' 
 
 The knight, seeing no other option, descended into the throat of the world itself.
