Have you ever seen what happens when you fit the contents of a hoarders' house into a singular point in space and then suddenly release the physics constraints?
The air above me exploded.
It wasn't a majestic explosion of fire. It was an explosion of stuff.
Rusted swords, goblin loincloths, broken crates, three tons of swamp mud, a dead tree stump, rocks, bones, and thousands of useless trinkets materialized instantly in the space occupied by the Rotting King's legs and torso.
The game engine didn't know how to handle it. Objects couldn't occupy the same space. So, the laws of physics corrected the error violently.
CRASH.
The sheer mass of the trash avalanche slammed into the King from below and inside. He was launched upward, then immediately crushed downward by the falling debris.
He dropped Sera.
She fell into a pile of soft, rotting moss I had collected earlier.
The King wasn't so lucky. A heavy iron portcullis I had looted from a trap room fell perfectly on his head. CLANG. Followed by a boulder. THUD. Followed by a rain of goblin spears.
He flailed, buried up to his neck in the garbage of his own dungeon. He tried to roar, but a bag of flour burst in his face.
I stood there, panting, watching the health bar tick down as the physics engine dealt crushing damage to him every time he tried to move under the pile.
[Boss HP: 0%]
The Rotting King let out a final, muffled groan and dissolved into black smoke. The pile of trash settled with a shift and a clatter.
Silence returned to the room, broken only by the sound of a single, dented tin cup rolling across the floor.
[Victory!]
[XP Gained: Massive.]
[Level Up! Level Up! Level Up!]
I stood in the center of the mess, my suit covered in dust, my tie askew. I slowly pushed my glasses up my nose.
"Cleanup on aisle five," I whispered.