Blithely humming a jaunty tune you set off along the corridor.

'Thank heavens for the handy signpost,' you say. 'Soon we will be out of the dungeon.'

'Indeed,' says Roy.

However just then the floor crumbles away beneath your feet and a pit opens up with spikes at the bottom of it!

You just manage to stop yourselves from strolling merrily into it and teeter upon the brink, gulping nervously.

Roy is outraged. 'A designated exit route that leads to certain doom! Can perfidy go any further?'

'This is a clear case of mislabelling,' you agree. 'A letter to the relevant EU department would not be amiss for this seems in contravention of the statutes dealing with safety standards in dangerous environments.'

'I shall draft such a letter as soon as we return to our respective homes,' says Roy. 'I flatter myself that my name carries a certain weight and this place will soon be closed down.'

This is some comfort but still the malevolent dungeon folk have outwitted you! Of course, not to speak boastfully but it is also the case that I as the game designer have outwitted you too. But you should not be angry with me but reflect that it is my duty to keep you on a razor-edge of suspense and not make things too easy for you.