As far as my mother's concerned, the hole in my bedroom wall is just one freak, studious mishap. I tripped, fell, and a corner of one of my textbooks drove right through the wall. In reality... hunting cyclopes in Rathe Mountains was no joke for a young Gnome wizard in 1999. That goes especially so when said wizard is attempting to punch above his weight class, having just learned Bonds of Force and looking to kite a one-eyed fool. And that goes doubly so back in those early days of EverQuest, when everything was just absolutely broken to all hell.
So there I was, level 27, attempting to snare and zap towering level 29-32 giants with a spell that would randomly stop working. I'd kill three and die once, which would negate and then some everything I'd just gained. Like a gambler I kept at it, throwing good xp after bad, until, ultimately, I de-leveled to 26. At which point, overcome with rage, I punched a hole in my bedroom wall. Oops.