|Very dead||Score: ?||Moves: ?|
You stumble into the corridor, drunkenly wielding your not-so-trusty knife. That is, you'd have to be drunk. Why else would you attack a bunch of Grues with a kitchen knife? You're dead now.
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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.
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.