...your new character's hearth fire is located on a small sandbar three tiles long entirely surrounded by deep water.
...you run into your house to escape from a boar and find that there is a bear already inside it.
...you are about to embark upon some sensitive negotiations with some ex-Sodomites and everything you type in the chat box is unaccountably transliterated into Cyrillic.
...your brand new backpack is destroyed by decay while you are wearing it.
... you stand around in a marsh to collect some fish bait only to discover that you can't en-equip the leeches and they are steadily sucking away your shps without stopping at three.
...your ancestors ask for the same three identical items each time you forfeit -a thanes ring.
...your www's produce nothing but ferns.
...your character's name is unaccountably turned into "Sgt. Dickscrape"
...you notice that you are leaving black smoking footsteps with every move you make even though you don't have criminal acts turned on. Besides, you are in your own claim.
...you press Ctrl-click to get out of a boat and a pop-up appears that says, "Nope, guess again."
...you post a request for help in the forum and every single mod replies with some variation of "Shaddup, Doofus!" (Although to be fair maybe in this case you have only pissed off the entire H & H community and not especially the devs.)
...you give up on H & H, log into WOW and discover you are still wearing bunny slippers.
...you play for thirty-eight hours straight without finding your first rabbit.
...you play for an additional eleven hours (after stoking up on Red Bull) and now you find nothing but rabbits... always hopping about pertly in other people's claims where you can't chase them.
... the new recipe in the cooking menu requires intestines, rat, sand and dung and it is named after you.