"What am I doing with my life," John lamented, closed the window and spread his arms out on the cool, ravaged, stone floor. They had just beaten the second version of a boss they thought would be no problem, and were all completely exhausted. The boss had been a hand. Literally, a giant hand, the nails alone had been bigger than John's whole body, and it had shot laser beams, tried to swat them away, fired random explosions, poked at them, and all the other good stuff hands could do.
Well, normal hands couldn't do a fourth of what that hand did. Where the first version of that hand had only showed a fraction of its mechanics, due to being killed in a relatively small frame of time, this one had truly put into them the fear of facing things while underlevelled.
