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Zork
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Standing still is not really a viable option when a ravenous Grue is attacking you. The Grue devours you before you have a chance to scream. Yet your demise will not be swift enough to feel them feed. Their teeth like acid fire in your flesh. Their tongues lapping at your vital fluids.
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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