You get two avatars, but can't decide which one you like better. The two avatars start to fight for your attention. The stress levels grow. Eventually your original avatar develops a psychotic condition and grows another horrible face. With yet another candidate for your affection, all avatars become insanely jealous.
One day you turn on Exilian only to find the site covered in blood stains and mangled pixels as the avatars have killed each other. You are now sad, and lack an avatar at all. In your depression, you manage not to notice the flying wombat that comes whistling down from the sky. As the dog-sized furry creature lands on your head you realise two things.
1: It's effing heavy.
2: This one's rabid.
Needless to say, your head is crushed, your neck snapped and you have had your face mauled off by the creature.
I wish for a pet wombat. Preferrably one that can fly and chew through metal.