He lay beaten, his body battered, close to death. Painfully he managed to raise his head and look directly at the author. How am I to rescue the princess in this state? Do better you poor excuse for creative talent, give me health, and definitely a harem. Your writing is just a comedy to be laughed at.

Unfortunately his injuries were severe and he died.

The princess ran to the man from the tower steps. Cautiously she knelt at his side. With a tentative touch she discovered his death and let out a relieved sigh; her stalker lay defeated.

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