> go right
You march into a dingy hallway. The floors could sure use some scrubbing.
> tiptoe gingerly
Suddenly, you hear a strange clanking behind you.
> turn around
You have come face to face with a leering skull inside a knight's helmet.
> boy, you sure is ugly
I don't know about you, but the average skeletoid warrior and his brother are normally very self conscious about their fine, beautiful, faces.
> wait...what is he doing?
What do you think? Does raising a two-handed sword over your delicate starfruit of a head give any hints?
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.