This is an attempt to describe how random encounters feel.

*falls down to bottom of cave, ten floors too*

"Damn it, we gotta get outta here; where are we, Barato?"
"Um, let's see, Lallafa: if we make it to the exit at the top, we should make it out"
"OK"

*starts moving*

RANDOM ENCOUNTER!!!!!

*keeps moving again, hoping that the next inevitable random encounter won't be too frustr...*

ANOTHER RANDOM ENCOUNTER!!!!!

*runs from random encounter, and keeps climbing*

YET ANOTHER RANDOM ENCOUNTER!!!!!

*checks the area*

"Um, Gostapel, where are we now?"
"Don't ask me, seems like a dead end..."
"No! Why the hell isn't the Exit spell working?
This sucks"

*keeps climb...*

RANDOM ENCOUNTER!!!!!!!!!

*almost dies, and keeps climbing upwards, upwards, upwards*

"Well, Barato, is that the exit over there?"
"No, it's the door to the next floor"
"WHAT?!"
"...We've just finished 10% of this dungeon"
"What the heck, what have we been climbing, then?
"Every floor in this dungeon consists of lots of smaller floors... that's what was stated in professor Gast's report"
"DAMN!"

*proceeds angrily, and...*

GETS INTO ANOTHER RANDOM ENCOUNTER!!!!!

*dies*

"NO!!!!!!!!! "

game over