Traps. Why did it have to be traps?

Damn. That was a tight spot. And another tight spot. Lemme bend your ear and you can tell me if I could afford to be less charitable.
 
The gang and I are on another treasure hunt in another maze of a tomb. In addition to the twists and turns of the corridors leading mostly to empty rooms, we also came across a room with a magnetic ceiling from which I had to retrieve all of my arrows not once, but twice, on account of people fooling around with the levers in there.
 
I assisted Greg in investigating various rooms for traps and the like. This proved to be advantageous for him and plagued me with misfortune. First, a chest exploded and peppered me with paralysis darts. Second, Greg set off a pressure plate that caused the walls to close in with the aim of pulverizing us. I got one leg crushed in there. Finally, the floor in another room swallowed me and began to digest me.
 
If I were religious, I'd say the gods are trying to tell me something.