You enter a long dingy room with the smell of decay in the air. You see a small door at the far end so you start to walk towards it but thirty-nine steps along you trip over a randomly placed crochet hoop and crash to the floor. Your head hits a randomly placed mole-shaped paperweight. You randomly know that this is the end. It feels like the Dungeon of Randomness has spoken.

You have failed in your quest. You should have chosen the other door, eh?

Not that I'm, er, suggesting anything here of course, but you could, ahem, pretend you never came in here...