You open your door wide enough for you to step through into the outside world, and the beauty of the snowy landscape is truly breathtaking. It may just be a parking lot to everyone else, but to you, Mr. Ogre, it's a beautiful new realm of endless possibilities.
Another gust of wind assaults you, and you hear the slam of wood. Spinning around to go back inside, you find that your door has been blown shut.
The doorknob won't budge. You must've left the normal lock locked out of habit. After all, you haven't been outside like this is years.
You check your pockets. Nothing but your phone, which happens to be dead. Maybe you should try charging it at night.
You should probably go ask the landlord for help. Certainly he has a master key or two to the apartment complex. You think that's how it works, at least. You aren't entirely sure. But that would mean you would have to go and talk to the landlord.
Out of options, you try busting the door down. Unfortunately, you're a scrawny weakling. Guess you should've logged more hours on Virtual Fitness Simulator.
After a while, the icy wind becomes too much for your maladapted body, and you crumple into the fetal position as nature takes its course.
Too bad no one'll miss you or even be able to identify your body since, for all intents and purposes, you never existed.
>> Respawn?