Game:Zork/Prison3
Prison3 | Score: 0 | Moves: 0 |
You end up extra-crispy by your own light cannon. Your last thoughts are of how dangerous that mirror would be if a prisoner broke it and used the fragments as a weapon. You remain completely unaware of how dangerous that mirror would be if some idiot aimed a light cannon at it.
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. |