|Death||Score: ?||Moves: ?|
What a fight! You fight with all your strength! But, after a few minutes, the soft pitter-pat of your tiny, tiny, useless fists gently tapping the sleeping Grue's head wakes it up and it devours you.
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.