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The volcanic mountain is about to erupt. Your party is helping a village located on the thought to be dormant mountain evacuate as quickly as you can. You come upon the ancient bridge that was the last way for everyone to escape. But alas, the ropes had become frayed, the structure weakened, as the earth had begun to shake. Seeing no other option, you rush to the center of the bridge, wrapping the ropes around both arms you do the only thing you can to keep the bridge stable.
Muscles bulging to their limit, sweat beading down your head, across your bare chest, a puddle forming at your feet. over 1000 villagers cross, many elderly or infirm, as you flex, quoting to all that pass by "This is what it means to be a man!".
The lava is quickly coming, you can see it, but the last of the villagers makes it across. The rest of your party is yelling, hurry and cross!
You turn and look, giving them a smile. Your arms have long since broken yet still you Flex. "It seems it's time that I go teach the gods what it means to be a man." The very mountain erupts as your arms finally give out, ripping you in half sending you falling into the ravine as lava pours down around you. Yet the last expression on your face as it's consumed, the same macho smile you've always worn.
Or at least that's my suggestion.