Game:Zork/Eaten by grue
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I'm sorry, I don't understand. Check for misspelled words or syntax errors.
The Grue's head is getting awfully large!
Say it louder. I couldn't hear you.
Grue's are known to explode when their heads get like that. I'd back away, if I were you.
You didn't have to shout. Jeez.
You jump out of the way as a chunk of Grue Brain flys past you and a sonic boom eminates from the neck of the presumably dead Grue. You survived!
Amen. Unfortunately, God hates nerds who still play text adventures, and sends a horde of grues to devour you.
He hates you.
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.
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head. |
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