From Uncyclopedia, the content-free encyclopedia
Jump to navigation Jump to search
 Gotta go... Score: 10 Moves: 22

> I don't need your pity, dammit!

Okay, fine, so you don't need my help. Good for you. Let's just go back and try that strategy that you were planning to use. What was that strategy again?

Oh, right, giving up and letting yourself get eaten by that Grue! Naturally, the Grue wastes no time in devouring your helpless body. That pity option is starting to look a lot better now, isn't it?

But look on the bright side - at least you can always be remembered as an extremely tasty Grue meal.

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.