> Climb wall
> scale wall like cat burger
Don't you mean cat burgular?
> just do it!
Okay, be be forewarned this isn't one of those bad spy movies. You try to climb the wall....and survive.
> Awwwwwwww Yeaaaaahhhhh
Now let me finish, please. You survive your short climb over the wall....but do not survive landing on the cooking grill.
> WTF is a grill doing in the compound
It's one of those housing districts. Anyway, you are roasted to a crisp in front of a screaming family who was, up until said point, enjoying their outdoor barbecue.
> well screw them
Big mistake, boyo. That's my family you're fucking talking about, so -
> You have a goddamned fucking family. Oh my Gaath!
Yes, I do, inhuman fiend. The Zork narrators are all housed in that compound. What the hell do you take me for? As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted, just for screwing with my wife and kids (not to mention destroying my beautifully charred steak patties) you get to be personally fed the metal spatula I am holding right this instant. Rectally.
To say the least. Now go away and leave my home out of this! Geez - it's bad enough having to put up with you elsewhere.
It appears that the last blow was too much for you. I'm afraid that you are dead.
As you take your last breath, you feel relieved of your burdens. The feeling passes as you find yourself before the gates of Hell, where the spirits jeer at you and deny you entry. Your senses are disturbed. The objects in the dungeon appear indistinct, bleached of color, even unreal.
> examine me
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.