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[rumpy46]

I was just playing as a human necromancer vampire named Conan. His skills in Wrestling, Fighting and an assortment of other combat skills were legendary. I decided that I wanted to end his adventure in a spectacular way, so I made him strip down to nothing but a silk loincloth and went out into the wilderness at night, hoping to be struck down by bogeymen after a long battle.
He defeated six bogeymen without sustaining a single wound.
After a number of ambushes by kobolds and bandits, I decided that this strategy wasn't working, so I went to a nearby fortress and slaughtered everyone inside, still naked. Then, having endured a number of serious injuries, visited a nearby town, provoking every single peasant to fight me. I slaughtered about half the town's populace, resorting to biting throats out since my arms and legs were mangled or chopped off, before eventually bleeding to death.
It was glorious.

This thread is about satisfying ends to your adventures.

[m4davis]

I will talk about my least satisfying end ever I got all of my skills to legendary found a entrance to the caverns but before I could go to the circus I accidentally jumped into the magma sea it took about 50 turns for it to kill me

[davros]

I played as an evil wizard and killed all the other mages on the continent.
Then I retired and left that world for good.

[UnreadCredits]

I dodged a pikeman i think it was and flew off a cliff.

[Gaybarowner]

i was a legendary of almost all fighting skills i tripped down a mountain broke my legs and a raven pecked my neck and choked me

[snoopychicken]

Legendary Lasher trying to take a necromancer tower, not wanting to be cheesy and just sneak and throw rocks I was weaving in and out picking off necromancers where I could, I saw what I thought was a safe bet. Ended up totally surrounded Romero style and got ripped apart.

[Loud Whispers]

Dwarf adventurer. Nabbed the King's consort and a macedwarf friend to go explore the mountains, when I happen-chanced upon a wondrous village full of tall U's.
Startled, we instinctively disabled the first few U's we saw, but this proved to be a mistake - for we kicked the Mead's nest and suddenly from rows of houses upon houses U's responded to the hue and cry to fight the three handsome and stout Dwarves.
With my superior unarmed combat skills, and the finesse and equipment of the two macedwarves, the U's were quickly overpowered and repelled, some fleeing whilst I turned their blades against themselves.
We tried to console those that were left, but they simply swore an oath to kill us, and so diplomatic relations went all in all, really well.

I went ahead to make the journey safe for the King's consort and the macedwarf retinue whilst they were busy finishing off 2 cells full of U's I choked to unconsciousness, when I stumbled into an opening - apparently the town center, and was quickly attacked by 2 new cells of U's. Despite my skill, there was simply too many of them, and I had to withdraw, when I stumbled upon a large wave of U's about to assault the King's consort - and I prepared to sell my life dearly in the name of protecting the mountain home.
I underestimated my ability, smashing skulls with my punches, breaking ribs with my strikes, even throwing knives snatched from hostile hands straight into the skulls of more foes, until all were dead.
And so, triumphant against the U's inferior diplomacy, I stumbled through down a slope - walking pass an open door where I was met by 3 U's.
The first I killed quickly, with swift blows to the lungs and skull from my hair arms.
The second was felled by the King's consort, with many a powerful strike.
The third I punched in the upper body - but found to my surprise the U was quicker.
It locked my arm - cutting right through the tendons rendering it useless with a savage boning knife. With my other arm I grabbed the knife, cutting my hand but keeping me alive whilst I bit the U in the head, tearing into it's bony skull. Several times it stabbed me, even as I kicked it to death with my only good limbs. The macedwarf arrived through the other door, to witness me slowly bleed to death, but not before I told him to take the King - and travel East. Keep travelling East, wandering the wilds until they found glorious death, vengeance or a Dwarf city - the waxy confederations, and find safe passage home through the tunnels.

[Liber celi]

Spoiler ahead. I guess nobody cares anyway, but I did warn you.

I'm pretty sure I had ~3 worlds with a "waxy federation"... seems to be an self-evident name.

Anyway best ending... I cleansed a smaller world  once with a hero-tier swordswoman, where I had set the numbers of demons, civilisations, night creatures and megabeasts to ridicolous heights.  Letting nothing live that I was given a quest for. (I save-scummed four times, I think. Yes, I'm a horrible person.) Anyway, after that she was obiously legendary in just about everyting, attributes probably maxed out, bla bla bla, but the most interesting thing was a peasant I had picked up halfway through my rampage.
He had >40 kills(I might be wrong... I don't have the scrrencaps on this computer. It was probably much more.) half of which humanoids, other half nightcreatures.
I think in this version knives were even more powerful or something... anyway, his specialty was cutting of lower bodies of his enemies. I nicknamed him the disemboweler, essentially. He was impossible to kill. He could maim everything. He was strong enough to cleave a night crature in two. And the only memorable things in his description was basically that he was fat, and had scars on places where people shouldn't survive being cut.
In every other game(than df) I would probably have been slightly annoyed by this stereotypical invincible farmer-to-warrior guy, except: he was awesome. He got spammed by Giant Eagles. survived. Dodged into a river...survived. Dusted by a forgotten beast in a cave, survives while most party members suffocate and my swordswoman throws rocks.
This was a version long before vampires, I should probably note.
Anyway, after everything evuhl was dead, my adventurer had her ridicolous amounts of kills and the world saw a Golden Age, I retired her and her battered crew, and forgot about this.

Then, months later, i found the safe, and I decided to craft an ending to this story.
I made a fortress, and dug a staircase to Hell. The Golden Age ended the moment my miner broke through the adamantium, I think.
I abandoned it after a short slaughter and reactivated my adventurer, looked for the disemboweler and we set out.
Just us two, because there was no one else who could do it. My adventurer in the best equipment a human can gather, bronze and iron, with a sword of steel an a shield of copper, and the old peasant, in his rags and with a boning knife in every hand(I don't know how THAT happened).
We travelled to the ruin, just a short walk to the north. No one saw us, and no one stopped us, and the evening came,as we pushed open the Doors of Doomgate.(a cheesy name, I admit.but it was the one thing the fortress was build for.)
I dispatched the first demons with ease, and we pushed forward into the deep. the devils flocked around us, and we grinded to a stop on the staircase. The peasant started killing, I started dying:
first a slashed arm, then a chipped leg-bone. I don't know about the newest versions, but in this one that was a death sentence. I slowed down to ~20% of my normal speed and then gave in to the pain as soon as I took some other hits. In the meanwhile, the disemboweler hadn't even got hurt. A giant gecko, twisted into human form by Hell itself finally took mercy on me and ended my story with a devastating punch to the head.
I could exit the game and leave this world how it was: finished. The peasant would stand on this staircase, mute, incredible small above the hulking demons, and cut them until they died, for as long he needed to; for as long as hell could spare warriors. The world, at last, was save.

tl,dr: Peasant was op