We were skulking through the sewer of a cultist-controlled city. We came across a strange chamber, and stepped on a pressure plate - metal doors slammed down and water started pouring in!
My cohort, the party rogue, ran up to the door and tapped it with his dagger, unlocking it most skillfully. Unfortunately it was basically a metal portcullis.
Fortunately our party barbearian (the bear warrior who was raiding the lich's wine cellar last time) brought... a crowbar. He lifted the portcullis and we casually made our way out. Into (DM rolls a 100 sided die) an identical room.
Sure enough, there was a pressure plate in exactly the same place. We stepped around it, leaving the room and entering... (100 sided die)... Another identical room.
We actually cast detect magic and through things through the doorway to check for a teleport trap of some kind. Nope. The Lawful Evil sewer-trap designer was apparently just lazy as Hell. So after laughing a while, we continued on into...
A suspiciously thin hallway. We sent the rogue ahead first. Not only was he a trap expert, but he had a special feat which lets him barely survive any amount of damage once per day. Oops, did I say "was"? He triggered massive serrated blades which came spinning out of the walls. It was positively dwarven. He botched his reflex save, but the damage was surprisingly low... Except for the poison. He had a fort save of 0 *at level 12*, he did not pass. His supernatural luck didn't protect from massive Constitution damage.
This was not the first time he died, either. We had *just* rescued him from hell by brokering a deal with Lolth. (We convinced some starving elven refugees to follow us to her temple in the underdark, where she... made them naturalized citizens. In my holy divine spellcaster's defense, it was less horrible than the refugee camp). Lolth's demons rescued his soul and reincarnated him from a spider egg. He was... traumatized.
And then he died literally hours later to traps! We burned another of our amazing "cursed" reincarnation scrolls and rolled... "Players choice" for race. Literally any mortal, non-psionic race. I grinned and made him a drow.
So on the plus side, he's no longer going to Hell when he dies for selling his soul! He'll be eaten by Lolth instead
His attitude at this point is best described as "resigned".